......right now I'm taking a break. The movers come at the crack of dawn Monday morning aka 7-7:30 am. OK--I know the whole adventure will be done--so I'm trying to be positive. I am glad cuz there's more throwing out than there is packing. If it's not a plant, or purr or I've not seen in it in year, Dumpster Dance.
Oh, as I sacked junk, I had TCM on--with the movie with Bette Davis and Errol Flynn. She was Queen Elizabeth and he was HOT. They couldn't stand each other. Errol Flynn--yea, I woulda been president of his fan club!
Thrilled is the adjective I give myself. Moving into my own bungalow. OWN bungalow. Still so much to learn--yet this time next week--I'll be on my couch with my cats--watching TV in my own home...I like that alot!
Now--I need to get back to throwing out. Telling myself to not get overwhelmed--just get it done. Sure, I could have started weeks ago--yet, what kind of fun is that? Honestly, the stress I felt with all this--I couldn't even fathom it.
So is you'll excuse me---back to work. It's getting dark outside, and I want to get this junk out of here.
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Saturday, April 5, 2008
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