The end is near (dear god, let it be near)
Months of collecting boxes.
Ignoring the boxes.
Avoiding the boxes.
Staring antagonistically at the boxes.
Resigning one’s will to the boxes.
But not liking it.
Packing after a long day at work.
Not packing after a long day at work.
Looking at the calendar.
Panic-packing.
Neatly labeling boxes.
Labeling boxes.
Throwing random stuff in boxes and not caring if they get taped shut, much less labeled.
A yard sale.
Donations.
Still realizing the weight of too many possessions.
Mentally drafting future blog posts about starting a minimalist lifestyle.
Back to packing.
Loading said possessions into a very large truck.
Running out of room.
Recognizing one’s deficiencies in spatial awareness.
Pianos are big, but necessary.
Lawn mowers and flower pots don’t fit tidily into boxes.
They will have to go on round two.
{Head desk}
Very large truck loses brakes and steering on the highway.
Dangerously close call.
Tow truck.
Stuff still on truck.
Can’t be unloaded for a week.
Schedule blown to hell.
Another lesson in how I do not control the universe.
Deep breathing.
Soothing thoughts.
Still have to pack up the other truck due to the necessity of pianos and lawn mowers and tools and bicycles.
Don’t hyperventilate.
Will unload all earthly possessions on Saturday.
On Sunday will weep for joy.
And laugh.
Grackle & Sun