Sunday, September 29, 2013
Having a Moment...
...Greta Gustaffson style. I love this shot; I don't think I've ever seen her looking so peeved.
It's a feeling I can get behind. What I'm peeved about, mostly, is that I'm such an unregenerate packrat.
Life is a blur of boxes, packing paper, and half-forgotten and not-at-all missed bits and bobs and thingamajigs. After three days, a certain kind of order is emerging, but it's a slow and painful process. The good news is that nothing major seems to have been broken (an achievement in an international move - a long-experienced boss of mine once observed that every three major moves equals one middling fire). The bad news is that there's so damn much of it all; when shoehorning the contents of a three-story villa into a two-bedroom apartment, only so much is possible.
But the saving grace is that no matter what else we get done - or don't - tomorrow afternoon the nice men come and take what's still sitting about away to storage. Gone for the foreseeable future are the tightum dishes, most of the paperbacks, and assorted smaller pieces of furniture. We've been thinning the herd as well; gone for good are most of the records, all of the videos, and a great many of the CDs. We have a great mass of things just waiting 'til we find a garage sale in which to participate (we have a line on a multi-family in a highly desirable gentrifying neighborhood downtown next month; we shall see). One way or another, in a week or two, we may actually have a livable home.
As for the photo - it's by way of being a bonus on another occasional theme around here, for were I to blow it out just right, she's more or less got my hair...