dear people

...who read this blog,

Thank you for reading. Thank you for commenting when you do. I really do appreciate it. And forgive (if it's really anything to forgive) my lack of diligent posting. And diligent commenting, too, for that matter. I am up to my ears in boxes. I know there are a few post lurking around the house and when I find them, they shall surely find their way online. But until then, I just wanted to say thanks. I'll be back soon.

I'm getting ready to move even in my dreams

Last night I dreamed that I was at the airport and some how the airline had lost my children, while also failing to provide seats for them on the plane. I mean I guess if the kids are lost they don't need a seat, but amid my panic, I must have been optimistic. We will find my children, so give them their seats, dang it!

In dream like fashion, the waiting area was the actual airplane (or was it the other way around?) and eventually after yelling and screaming at some non-sympathetic airline workers I discovered two of my children in seats far apart from each other. I apparently had found the baby, although she wasn't with me at the time. But come to think of it, my son was no where to be seen. It's always something when you fly the friendly skies, isn't it.

I have no idea if our luggage was on the plane, but I'm going to guess that it wasn't.

what I'm doing

bubble wrap, grab the tape
toss the flowers, pack the vase
pack the pictures, make some lunch
sort through old clothes on a hunch
throw away a bunch of things
an old stained shirt, some plastic rings
my life is chaos, my life feels hexed
tape up the boxes, what to do next?
decide which toys just have to stay
and swhish the other ones away
take off the sheets, our mattress sags
it's time to nap in sleeping bags
what is needed, what is not?
evaluation is my lot
yes, time to eat leftover food
nutella surely makes my mood!
all the pasta bought in bulk
makes kids smile and not sulk-
good bye to the net and my favorite sites.
make a call to cut the lights
box up the PC, hang up the phone
(starts to make one feel alone) -
moving's fun, moving's neat!
I think I need something sweet
Hmmm. There's a Snickers in the fridge...

I'll be back later.