I have this wonderful talent for forgetting unpleasant things. It makes life so much nicer. But the down side is I'm just a bit surprised when I encounter them again. For example, moving. Whooo Doggie!!
Last week I loaded boxes onto a flat dolly, pushed that down the hallway to the stairway, carried one box at a time down 27 stairs and 12 steps to the van parked in front of my building til it was full, then 17 stairs and 20 steps to the truck park out back. I managed, slowing just a bit after a dozen trips, alternately being thankful I don't do this for a living, and wondering if doing this would give me those nice arms I've always wanted. Nah, I decided to get some help for the next load in two days.
I took a quick trip to Amoeba Records in Hollywood to get some cash for my CDs, then on to the library to donate books. Next I drove 85 miles in Friday afternoon traffic which could have been a nightmare except for a call to catch up with a friend and another to update my sister in Madrid. I will miss my unlimited cell minutes...
After unloading, I had some soup and a nap. Six hours later I woke up and returned to my place at 1am. I have had four days to get rid of the rest of the accumulated stuff of life and my absolutely fabulous mom returned today to pack me up for the trip.
I truly can't believe it's happening! My sister did this six years ago when she moved to Paris, and assures me I'm doing great. My mom keeps saying, "This is huge and you're doing an amazing job." So I guess I'll just listen to them, 'cause I just feel like I'm plowing through it all.
Time to hit the pillow. They come for the bed in the morning.