So, I’m moving two weeks from Friday.
My calendar this week is dotted with appointments: sports physical and haircut for one kid, dentist for another, a trip to see my sister, an eye appointment for another kid, a birthday party invitation . . . I have to take my (stupid) three cats to the veterinarian to get rabies shots and health certificates so they can fly to California next week. I have to wash and turn in the lacrosse equipment.
And, of course, I have to pack.
I’ve done quite a bit of packing already but now I need to get busy and start packing all the stuff it seemed too early to pack before. Hello, Board Games, I’m talking to you. I’m also admitting that I’m not going to get my photographs any more organized than they are . . . so I may as well pack them. I did have to slice open a couple of boxes to find some beach towels for yesterday’s final visit to Wild Waves.
I’m spinning in the Let’s Procrastinate stage of packing. That’s why my recipe box is organized for the first time in at least fifteen years. (Who even has a recipe box these days?) I intend to graduate to the Let’s Panic stage of packing in mere moments.
Meanwhile, piles of papers have mysteriously appeared on my desk much like crop circles in wheat fields.
This can’t be good.