I made a point, though, before leaving, to emphasize that this would be a real vacation, not a Covington vacation — meaning that I wouldn’t be checking my emails and voicemails, nor would I be available to do any work. The cord would be cut.
Only it hasn’t been all that vacationlike! The movers are coming tomorrow morning and, although they’re going to pack and load everything, I’m not about to let them just come and throw whatever’s in grabbing distance into a box. Instead, I’ve spent the past two days organizing everything so that it’s ready to go — I think I’m nearly there.
|Pulling pictures off the wall . . .|
|consolidating my brightly colored spoils from foreign travel|
|and stacking bedding neatly so that it’s all in the same box for easy unloading.|
|And of course not everything makes the cut.
The pile destined for Goodwill is growing, and the pace of growth
only increases as time gets tighter — man I love getting rid of stuff!
|Flower pots cleaned and ready to go|
|Emptying the defunct fish pond was by far the worst part of the day.
I felt like the Sorcerer’s Apprentice in reverse as I shuttled pails of water between
the balcony and the bathroom. By the end I would have welcomed
a few psychotic broomsticks.