March 9th, 2011

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real life Wednesday

Well, from the time I got up, I was completely freaking out about moving.  I have to get there by 2 p.m. tomorrow to sign the lease.  I figured I'd better pack as much as I could today.  I ran a couple of errands, including going to the liquor store.  (Mom wanted her sherry.)  I asked there if I could have boxes.  They said they had some in the back.  When an older lady saw the employees bringing out empty boxes, she asked if she could have some.  I was wildly resentful.  I didn't say anything, just fumed.  It turned out that they had enough so she could get the half-dozen she wanted, and I got about eight.  I felt better that I'd been able to get a good many.

When I got home, I brought in the boxes, and put most of them upstairs.  I cleared out a bookcase and packed three boxes of books.  At least one bookcase is ready to go.  I put clothes into a big duffle bag.  The jeans, sweatpants, and sweatshirts are still downstairs in a big storage container, so I suppose they can go like that.  I used two smaller boxes that had dividers for my candle collection.  I only packed perhaps a third of the candles I have.  I don't even know if you can burn candles there, but I want to have them around.  I know it doesn't make much sense.

I'm less upset than I thought I would be about having moving boxes around.  I can still get through my room, and that's better than it was for a long time.  I think having a glass of wine helped, too.

I feel less freaked out now that I've packed some of my treasures.  I'm sure I'll be filled with anxiety tomorrow, though.  Even if I can leave things to be taken later, it's still stressful.  Well, as I have Internet access, I'll report on my progress.


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on the plus side

R. from Austria (Trekboy) seemed quite happy that I corrected the spelling in his e-mails.  I told him it felt like a freebie, since I'd been doing so much proofreading and editing, but that he was teaching me a language, so I guessed we were even.  His English is still far better than that of many native-born Americans.  I think he's much more into self-improvement than I am.

Added: I noticed that the yellow snow crocus had buds up.  That's one of my favorites, because it's so cheerful (and early).