Folks, I promise a later list of favorite crime stories. I just got online again after almost a week in the black hole of no social networking – arrrgggh!
Right now, my world consists of about 190 boxes, cables draped over and around furniture that is stowed rather than placed in the new rooms, closets filled with unsorted clothes, which will come in handy if I have to change from my dirty jeans and sweatshirt into an evening dress. Unless I need heels to go with the dress. They are in one of an embarrassingly large number of boxes marked simply “Shoes” and stored in any of the four lovely closets in my new house.
Here is another kind of list, some things I packed up and carried, even though there is no logic to my decisions. In fact, in most cases, I was so staggeringly tired that I didn’t think at all:
- a pair of cedar shoe trees I haven’t used since I was newly married
- two sets of fireplace tools, one of which is defective
- a 10-pound atlas of the world, which includes Rhodesia and the Soviet Union
- 14 large vases, none of which is either an antique or crystal
- the curled and food-spattered bits and pieces – photos, childish scribbles, a postcard of the Buddha and another of Mark Morris as a handsome young man – that decorated my former refrigerator
You get the picture. Sitting here writing about them is so much easier than working my way up to the place where I will make the hard calls about what’s next for them. The good news is this house, unlike the last, has a garage. Which means I can finally have a garage sale. Any interest out there in a few really nice vases or a set of magnetized words to create poetry on your refrigerator door?