Thursday, September 24, 2009

One Week To Go

Still plodding away, working on crating up my life, moving to . . .

Thanks to everyone who has been tolerant of me during this time period. Mom, Dad, Scott, Barb, Mike, Tim, Julia, and the neighbors who unknowingly were gracious enough to allow me to use their dumpster, I couldn't have done it all without you!

Monday, September 14, 2009

I Am Atomic

I am taking a break from blogging until after I relocate. The blog will return in October, under a new name and URL. It is going to be more of the same; me rambling, raging, reacting, and reliving those moments that need to be written about. I shall return, recharged and ready to write!

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Busy Days, Busy Nights

It's getting closer to the move and I have finally started to see a dent in the surface instead of a scratch. With the books now gone, floor space available, Tim's help, all of the closets and shelves have been emptied, belongs sorted, packed, or disposed. Now the overwhelming pile of storage crates is mounding. More crating tomorrow, then the real work begins, moving furiture out, into storage. Once that is done, I will feel better, even though the most dreaded part of moving begins. . . cleaning the place up. Fun.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Change Of Address

I've been to Florida countless times, talked on and on about living there, made numerous trips, thought long and hard, focused my efforts, made the decision, spent months preparing. Then one day something changed everything and I am heading in a whole different direction. Still moving Southeast, just not as far as originally planned.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Once Upon A Time

I have spent more time going through my belongings and the memories attached to them. It has been quite an amazing journey. So many little things have such fond memories. It is hard to let go of many incidentals. I am disposing of much clutter and stream-lining, and didn't anticipate the stroll down memory lane.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Boxes Of Books

I have 100s of books. What to do with them all? I am boxing the majority of them up and going to donate them. I plan on keeping a number of them, one box full. Narrowing them down is going to take some time, some thought, some effort. Certain ones I will definitely hold on to, especially The Book Thief, others most assuredly will be put in the box to be sent off. I didn't realize how many I really had until I started cleaning out closets and shelves and cupboards. There are books everywhere!

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Completely Disorganized

Not even close to being packed and ready to move. I just seem to be moving piles of chaos from one side of the room to the next at this point. Pulling things from the walls, shelves, closets, and creating piles. At some point I'm sure it'll come together and look like an organized mess, yet I just seem to create more and more piles. I am going to call out for help soon, moving is not something one person should be doing on his own. Help?

Wednesday, September 02, 2009


I drifted off to sleep on the couch this morning. (For those of you who are wondering, I actually have been sleeping in my bed as of late.) I had a very strange dream which I will try to convey. I was attending a work(?) function at an old brown-brick school. The halls were decorated with balloons, streamers; pop music playing from the sound system. I was wandering the halls looking for someone. Everyone there was wearing party hats; people from past jobs, old friends, extended family; people I have known throughout the years. In each classroom there were clowns wearing popcorn bucket hats playing carnival games for prizes. As I looked for who I wanted to meet, I wandered outside, into a light rain, lit a cigarette, and watched moving trucks trying to parallel park on the street in front of the school. The leaves were off the trees, which were covered with lights and streamers. I asked people entering and leaving the building if they saw who I was meeting and the answer was whatever song was playing, as if they were singing it. I woke up at that point. It took me a moment to recollect where I was. Strange.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Feeling The Pressure

I realize that I am not prepared for the move as I pretend to be. It is looming in the not so distant future and there is much to be accomplished in the next several weeks and I am confident it will all get done, just need to actually up the motivation level a bit instead of lounging about. Tomorrow. I am the living example of procrastination. Had quite a nice respite from everything, traveling, roaming, wandering, wondering. Several boxes of bubble wrap and a case of Java Monster should help get me going. Tomorrow!