I packed five boxes today. It may have been four. The big news is that I packed boxes!. I've not been good at doing that lately. I'm not sure if I'm in denial or what. I know we're moving. We talk about it all the time, it's that invisible hammer hanging over my head with a date attached to it....
I'm not a fan of moving. Today my youngest daughter said, "Hey mom. The last time we moved it was the most awful, hot weather EVER here. Now we're going to move in the middle of rain and wind and storms. Why do we pick such awful times?"
I don't know. Honestly, I don't.
I attempted Costco today. And when I say 'attempted', I mean I drove around looking for an open parking spot with rain pelting my suburban hard enough to leave dents and with wind gusts worthy of the beach. After pondering the following facts,
a. I didn't have a coat
b. I was sans umbrella
c. I wasn't feeling that great
It became quite clear to me that I shouldn't shop at Costco today. Mother Nature was obviously against it, and who am I to go against the wishes of the personification of nature that focuses on the life-giving and nurturing aspects of nature by embodying it in the form of the mother? Nobody, that's who.
So picked up some lunch for my father and myself and headed home. The 'home' that will only be my 'home' for the next week or so.
We're in for a windy, rainy, stormy night tonight. I had a work meeting (Latino Family Night) tonight that I was supposed to attend, but I'm in an incredible amount of pain right now and I'm not certain I could speak Spanish, let alone English right now. Just typing this is taxing my prescription-addled cerebral area. I keep having to fix typos. So, my wonderful, amazing, terrific, handsome, delightful, helpful, manly, gorgeous, sweet husband took the stuff I was contributing to the meeting for me.
Have I mentioned that I adore him? I do.
I think the last of the pain meds is kicking in so I should stop attempting to type.
Did I mention that I packed some boxes today?
I'm not a fan of moving. Today my youngest daughter said, "Hey mom. The last time we moved it was the most awful, hot weather EVER here. Now we're going to move in the middle of rain and wind and storms. Why do we pick such awful times?"
I don't know. Honestly, I don't.
I attempted Costco today. And when I say 'attempted', I mean I drove around looking for an open parking spot with rain pelting my suburban hard enough to leave dents and with wind gusts worthy of the beach. After pondering the following facts,
a. I didn't have a coat
b. I was sans umbrella
c. I wasn't feeling that great
It became quite clear to me that I shouldn't shop at Costco today. Mother Nature was obviously against it, and who am I to go against the wishes of the personification of nature that focuses on the life-giving and nurturing aspects of nature by embodying it in the form of the mother? Nobody, that's who.
So picked up some lunch for my father and myself and headed home. The 'home' that will only be my 'home' for the next week or so.
We're in for a windy, rainy, stormy night tonight. I had a work meeting (Latino Family Night) tonight that I was supposed to attend, but I'm in an incredible amount of pain right now and I'm not certain I could speak Spanish, let alone English right now. Just typing this is taxing my prescription-addled cerebral area. I keep having to fix typos. So, my wonderful, amazing, terrific, handsome, delightful, helpful, manly, gorgeous, sweet husband took the stuff I was contributing to the meeting for me.
Have I mentioned that I adore him? I do.
I think the last of the pain meds is kicking in so I should stop attempting to type.
Did I mention that I packed some boxes today?
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