I Remember

3 rooms down and 4 to go. I pick up the U-Haul Monday and leave on Thursday. I hope I can take it all in one load. If there's one thing I'm sad to leave, it is the 6x8 mural in the living room. I doubt if my landlady would appreciate my painting one in her house, though. Does anyone know where I ever got a pair of bright-apple-green-framed sunglasses shaped like those of Edith Head? (For those of you who don't know who Edith Head was, you can Google her and add to your deep wealth of knowledge. Think Dame Edna.)

The Hardest Thing I've Ever Had to Do . . . Yes, Ever

Breaking up housekeeping, as it is called. I've been in this house for more than half my life and I'm not young. I've enjoyed collecting - everything. The hard part is not deciding what to take, what to pitch, and what to sell. The hardest part is the doing of it.

I worked for two weeks sorting it all. Most of what I want to keep is packed. I've made close to $1000 in two days of selling stuff, and the amount of trash the sanitation engineers have picked up in the last few weeks has gone from one bag to six or eight a week. Why can't I tell much of a difference? The main sale items have been furniture pieces, and that certainly shows, but the place is still packed.

The really big question is what to do with the items that do not sell. Most people say trash them. Do you think that is environmentally correct? Of course not. The left over furniture and other trappings would take up a large hole in the ground. Should I throw my tv away? It hasn't sold. Giving it away would be a better choice. Okay, how do I do that . . . in less than two weeks?

Meanwhile, there's planning and making the big move. Nine out of ten people say I cannot U-Haul it by myself. That confuses me. Do these people not realize that my CDL permits me to have a regular bus route with 30 screaming kids on board 5 days a week? Maybe they forgot or never knew of the many times the boat trailer backed into the lake with Ronnie sitting in the boat, not driving the pick-up.

What really bothers me about those n'er-do-wells is that they have put doubts into my mind, and now I probably won't be able to do it. That's happened in the past, you know.

take a deep breath, now slowly exhale, only a little longer, you can make it, go, go, go
shut up, i'm going already

Just a Quick Note

Two of the funniest things I've found in cleaning out 35 years of li/oving in the same house: A Walmart bag made out of paper! and receipts from electric, gas, and water deposits from when we moved in the house in 1973! I want to walk into those businesses and ask for my deposits back just to see the looks on their faces. They were $10 each. What a hoot

Well, I Did It

I just sent off my application for retirement. Let the games begin - literally.

I'll Never Get to Colorado This Way

I hesitate to read my kids' blogs. I like to see other folks' comments, which leads me to peeking at their blogs, and blog leading to blog, I look up and the clock on the wall(paper) says, "You been sittin' there too long, woman." I thought this was supposed to curtail e-mail time spent. Blogs, Facebooks, and e-mails all have to be check now! See why I titled this blog as I did?

A Long, Hot Summer

Both of my readers are already aware of my upcoming knee surgery. There is another plan beginning to surface. I've taught high school English and speech for 20 years. I'm tired. I want to retire. If everything falls into place, I will be moving to Denver at the end of summer. I almost hate to leave before the first day of school here. I want the great big grin to slowly work its way from the very marrow of my soul as I watch everyone else convene for the next battle. Push to shove, Colorado is reciprical with Arkansas, so I won't go hungry.

Note from My Yogi

When you let go of what you do not need, all that is left is love.