I am going to take a little time to move from my palatial manse to more reasonable digs (kids grew up and left, house felt empty, sold house, must move stuff).
In the meantime, I want you each and every one of you to go out there and sin with the champions. We’ll all meet up here — say, Monday? — and brag about our exploits.
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Take care, mind the heat and lift with your legs! Hope it goes smooth and easy.
All I did this weekend was unpack more boxes and shred checks and checking account statements from 1997. I believe in “A place for everything and everything in its place.” I really do. I just need more places and fewer things.
And on my way in to work this a.m., I stopped by the storage space to go through a few boxes to make more trash. I can’t believe I have this much stuff, and I am not going to be able to take it with me when I go. I can’t believe I’ve already packed and loaded this stuff once already. Now, when I go to the storage place (we’ve stored stuff because the place we’re renting is furnished), I take trash bags as I always find things that make me go, “Whyever would I keep this?”