So, as fate would have it, the compy broke right as the move began, just to ensure that if I had a free 45 seconds, I could not tell you about it, nor could I listen to music while packing. It was sad handing it over to that "Genius". We both have separation anxiety.
Today the baby girl is back, and I am happy to report that yes indeed, that 15 candle display in the store next to the mac store totally was knocked over by me. For once I can report that being in the mall was actually kind of a relief. Being home is overwhelming. I tweaked my back out the first day of moving stuff and have since had no role but to fill and empty boxes but never carry them. This may sound like not much of an impediment, but Mark started taking classes this week and alas, I have no one to carry the boxes so that I can empty them as he is mostly gone.
Funemployment starts a week from tomorrow and I am more than a little nervous. I have not had a serious uninterrupted week off in nearly 3 years, and the prospect of being alone with my thoughts for what may potentially be a month long string is both invigorating and overwhelming. I've started talking to the animals as preparation. Music being back in my life helps. I am thinking of starting a record collection. Screw fickle i-tunes and pandora. Give me a rubber disk!
In the mean time, damn tomatoes and peaches came into season. All throughout the move I have been doing my best to preserve the harvest. During the weekend, I am excited to do some pears too. That'll be fun. Pictures are forth coming.
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