…I’m nearly finished. …unpacking, that is. Well, at least the kitchen…and I’ve organized the storage closet under the stairs. Now if I could just get a shower I’d feel somewhat accomplished. But, I can feel a migraine coming on…
Oh well, if I die tonight at least I’ll leave a partially organized kitchen and somewhat neat storage closet under the stairs…
…as long as no haters go in my utility room, I should be okay. And I really need to give my bathroom a once-over…and then there’s always the boy’s disaster area room… Who am I kidding? I can’t die any time soon without utter humiliation. Well, there goes my Thursday night!!!
Nate has a program tonight. I wonder if the season finales of shows like “The Office” will hurt the turn-out. Of course, I speak of other, less devoted, parents…not me…although, there is still the issue of my migraine. But I digress…
The problem with housework is that it allows for too much free-time for the brain. I thought about things today that I haven’t thought about in quite a while…
I don’t think I’ll blog about that, though - it would just take this blog in a whole different direction…downhill. And then I’d get comments about how I need to cheer up and how I need to move on…blah, blah, blah…
It’s just that I don’t think you ever really fully get over some things.
But I digress…
I’m just going to go fold laundry and wipe down some counters. It’s free therapy and I can die in peace…
…my real friends won’t judge me by my utility room anyway. 
Peace out.
It’s Wednesday. I always celebrate “Happy Wednesday” on Wednesday…makes sense…otherwise it would be Happy…other day.
But we’re in the middle of moving this week, and I would rather…well, the list is pretty much endless as to what I would rather do than move…
It’s not even the “moving” that’s so bad…it’s the cleaning up afterward…the sorting through junk in the garage…the weeping…the sobbing…the screaming…
And then there are the vows of “never again”…I will be buried in the new house before I move again…my next move will involve guys in suits and a pine box…
Plus, a lot of bemoaning the fact that I never quite whipped the whole “pack rat” thing…
I have been threatening to float a rumor to all the “haters” out there that I would be devastating beyond repair if someone were to…say…burn the old house down…or something...i don’t know, they could be creative. (it could be quite a release of pent up hostility…)
Anyway, I think I’ll celebrate “Happy Wednesday” next Wednesday…
…it’s just better for everyone.
Did you hear the joke about the blonde who was killed by her own junk, while moving, so they had her funeral at the Goodwill just to make it easier on everyone involved…
Just kidding…sort of.
Peace out.
There are so many things I could say…in the “remains” of this day.
The service this morning was beautiful - every part. I feel sorry for those who didn’t get to experience what I felt this morning. The people were so involved…so “present”, and you could feel the Spirit in the room in a tangible way.
We had a ton of work to do after the service. I thought I would be sad to see everything so…empty, but by the time we were finished, I was more than ready to go - ready to move on, and close the door.
My new C3 shirts arrived. They’re awesome. (Love Wins!) Yea!!
I’m more exhausted than I’ve been in a while…running on empty. I need to spend tomorrow cooking and cleaning - so I better get at least a little rest. Oh well, I’ll rest on the 26th! I just need to push through a little harder ’til then…
And I’m sure I’ll think of some gift or something I’ve forgotten…
And I need to make another batch of candles…
I made a dozen on Friday, 3 dozen last night, and I still need to make a couple dozen more…
So, I better go to sleep since, tomorrow, my day is already so planned out. But, I’ll put on some Christmas music - and there’s always the Christmas Eve marathon of “A Christmas Story” on all day…
It will be glorious, I’m sure…
Peace to you.
They’re changing the locks on Byron’s office today.
I’ve been up since 4, so I’m beyond tired - but…
…they’re changing the locks today, so we had to make sure we’re completely “out”.
It does feel…weird - the finality of it all.
Of course, we’re excited about the move - there’s mostly that, but also a little being overwhelmed and the tiniest bit being terrified. It’s a little like jumping off a cliff with no safety clips or ropes…no safety net - like “free falling”…
But, I’ll have to process how I’m feeling about all this another time. There’s too much “else” to do today.
Byron spoke on Nehemiah Sunday morning.
So, I was reminded that no matter what happens: Sandballot’s abuse (Ren & Stimpy), difficulty, exhaustion, working while carrying your “sword” - no matter what, we don’t come down off the wall…ever.
I just have to pray, like Nehemiah, “…strengthen our hands.”
Strengthen me.
Peace.
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