Long time, no write. Mea culpa. We’ve just moved out of our home of 22 years. The dream home is built and our 125 boxes of stuff (read: books, books, books!) is currently taking up all the floor space while we are living in a two month rental apartment waiting for John to give his 60 days notice (gee, did I ever mention this wonderful guy who has been my muse for 32 years? A neuropsychologist. What an amazing perspective!) So I’m sitting at my mother-in-laws kitchen table, using a dial up (&!#$%!&$#!!) that means I have to sit here waiting 20-30 seconds each time I change screens (picture my tense shoulder muscles while I go absolutely nuts) and we shuttle from here betweem our new house, here, and our aparatment, working to de-box our possessions.
I wanted to apologize to Shaddy. I did read your posting and went to your site and was properly affected. In fact, I wept. I was so stressed out from the move, and suddenly here are these kind words out of the blue. What a boost that was. I even wrote you back, tried to post it on your site, and got lost in all the red tape of “signing up.” Dang internet. But your posting there and your words were so fine. I love you too.
And all this time while I’m stressing out, the messages and postings here kept coming, like a friendly hand reminding me that life goes on, that moving (yanking your whole god-danged life out of line and putting it boxes that go into a giant truck) is just temporary, that we will all keep working and writing and doing what must be done.
Any body got any good moving stories? I’d really love to hear them to help me keep my chin up.