The much-anticipated “stuff” made it finally all the way from North Carolina to Florida. Now the drama of opening the boxes and trying to shove things into shelves, drawers, and wherever the mood feels like, has begun.
Frankly, the next time is going to be as Miss Lucy said. Car keys and purse. But knowing how we humanoids work, probably I will be dragging my “stuff'” along to the next adventure.
But wait a moment, I just got here. My mind works like this; the moment to start thinking about your next move is right after you have moved to the new place. In that way, you have plenty of time and choices. Contessas’ logic.
Right now, one of my neighbors just knocked on the door. She wanted to help, but I didn’t say anything much, just by the way I looked, as if I had no sleep in months, and could hardly utter a word, I think she got the message. She did not make a move to get through the door. I looked as if my body was just hanging from a clothes hanger. Going through the motions.
I am tired right now, but still opening boxes. Type A syndrome. I just took out some winter clothes, yes I know, but it gets chilly sometimes here also. So the clothes are going back in the box and I am placing them in a corner of the already crowded closet.
Need to make the place look pleasant to myself, otherwise, I feel restless.
There you have it in a boxshell…
So it was today…26 July, 2011…another day of nice breeze in Florida and facing the invasion of the boxes.
Your Happy Contessa
“Time is the least thing we have.” Ernest Hemingway, an American author and journalist. 21 July, 1899 – 2 July, 1961.