The Lost Week (end)

I moved. And it was time to get things cleaned up. I moved into a house I own but had moved out of two years ago. Then I moved back in. The carpet was yucky. The walls were smudged. It needed paint and a different floor and some real work. So, that's where I've been. It's weird, when something so takes over your life like moving. I let every other single thing, including e-mail, phone calls, Bookfest and poetry fall by the wayside. All I did was pack and paint and tear out carpet and throw things in big black trash bags labeled "kitchen" or "office." All I did was try and figure out, "is this mine or his" and "did I switch all the utilities?"

Mostly, I mention the moving thing because my cast of characters has changed and my scenery is different. Archie and Miss Helen did not move with us. And now I have a purple door. Things like that. I have made it a point to not EVER use this blog to write about relationships (of the romantic sort). I think too much usually gets said there (and you know what a private person I am hahaha) and I want my blog to be a place away from that. But here are a few insights on moving (on)...
1. There really is such a thing as too much alcohol (and I'm not talking about me).
2. It's good to have friends. It's even better to have friends that will help you move (You guys rock!).
3. If you can get it all done in one day, do it (even if all you want to do is sleep and your friends force you to finish it up).
4. When buying furniture, always ask for the floor model. You get a sweet discount (although you mustn't be bothered by scratches, nicks and a faulty door latch).
5. And finally, one of my favorite Zen quotes..."Fall down seven times, stand up eight" (Yeah).