That means one thing: I can hang laundry on the line again.
No wait, it means something else as well: our time here is drawing to a close.
Spring 2012. That's what we said when we were taping and misspelling the labels on those boxes back in Dec 2010. It seemed so impossibly far away. And even when we tossed the couches and gave away the television there were still those who were thinking privately "they'll never do it."
Ha. Told ya we would.
But getting back to that laundry... I really did hang it out on the line.
Aside from the fact that I love how clothes and sheets smell after blowing in the spring air (March 1 is considered to be the first day of spring here, folks, quit mentally lecturing me about that thing called the vernal equinox), there is another benefit. The upstairs office area no longer looks like our luggage projectile vomited all over the railings. I was getting really tired of that look.
And Luci made this cake from scratch entirely by himself. I was otherwise occupied. Nice to know the kids are doing something productive while I'm away.
Which has nothing to do with anything except to say that this is the sort of stuff we're doing around here lately. Just kind of drifting along while being teased with the hint of seasons changing and realizing that the time to leave is drawing neigh.
Which means it's time to get the boxes out again and start packing up.
There's a lot to do between now and then. The longer the list, the greater the chance I will spend my time doing unproductive things on the internet and reading books I've read a hundred times already. Anything to keep myself from packing.
Groan.
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