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Honestly, officer, this was just me and the moving crew....
I sit amongst the detritus of my former office, and yes, it really looks like the place was tossed. However, the crew was honest and did not pocket my cash stash. Clearly credit union time. I only had two hours sleep before the movers arrived (30 minutes early) so I keep trying to fall asleep over meals, books, whatever. I have a bed, but no idea if I can find the sack with the clean sheets in it. And must pack cat bed, litter box, food and stuff from the fridge before leaving. Will return tomorrow after a doctor's appt. to continue packing, sorting and labeling new spice jars.
In other words, my "divorce" is civil enough that when I said I needed to go make up my bed, W asked if I wanted the bed or the couch. Nope -- heading for box central.
(You think I'm kidding, don't you? You've never seen my library. The office is FULL of boxes.) Which will be culled. On the other hand, I moved for around $400 including the packing materials I bought. So I don't have as much as I think.
Still gonna cull.
If I can be in bed by two, I can make my 11 am doc visit in the morning. Reminder to self -- take clock radio....
Later, chicks --
PS -- Bev caught strep, I fear, babysitting for my new neighbor, an ex-pro football player with a pretty wife and two kids. The little boy, KJ, bushwacked Bev, but she was in her element with little ones. She is now home and nursing herself through a fever with fruit juices and TV, while M approaches carefully to replenish her fluids. The football player's name is Kwame (pronounced Qwah-mee) -- he did two years NFL and six in Canada, and is now finishing his bachelor's degree back at UT. I can see him running a community center with a train of worshiping kids in tow. Have not met wife Shara or their little girl, who was at school.
I may have to swap proofreading papers for hauling stuff around. He saved our groats, coming home from class when he did. Bev and I had hit the wall -- my left leg still hurts, and Bev wasn't at her best, either. So the four of us hauled stuff, watched KJ and were pleased with our hour together.
In other words, my "divorce" is civil enough that when I said I needed to go make up my bed, W asked if I wanted the bed or the couch. Nope -- heading for box central.
(You think I'm kidding, don't you? You've never seen my library. The office is FULL of boxes.) Which will be culled. On the other hand, I moved for around $400 including the packing materials I bought. So I don't have as much as I think.
Still gonna cull.
If I can be in bed by two, I can make my 11 am doc visit in the morning. Reminder to self -- take clock radio....
Later, chicks --
PS -- Bev caught strep, I fear, babysitting for my new neighbor, an ex-pro football player with a pretty wife and two kids. The little boy, KJ, bushwacked Bev, but she was in her element with little ones. She is now home and nursing herself through a fever with fruit juices and TV, while M approaches carefully to replenish her fluids. The football player's name is Kwame (pronounced Qwah-mee) -- he did two years NFL and six in Canada, and is now finishing his bachelor's degree back at UT. I can see him running a community center with a train of worshiping kids in tow. Have not met wife Shara or their little girl, who was at school.
I may have to swap proofreading papers for hauling stuff around. He saved our groats, coming home from class when he did. Bev and I had hit the wall -- my left leg still hurts, and Bev wasn't at her best, either. So the four of us hauled stuff, watched KJ and were pleased with our hour together.
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*cheeble* Mah People!
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Is this Kwame Cavil? Hubby and I went to a game the week that I found out I was pregnant with Princess (fall of '99). Every time they announced someone's name, we'd see if that name fit with our last name and if it passed both the football player test and the Chief Justice test: Running Back Eugene Milton Cabin or Chief Justice Eugene Milton Cabin. (That one really doesn't pass ANY test.) Tell Kwame that his name was on the short list! Obviously, I still remember!
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