Oh say can you clear
This chaos for me
This mess I have made
In the name of “Moving”
Would be simple you see
If I were compulsive
I could just take charge
And go go go until I was done
No bookcases or furniture
Would stand in my way
Not today or any day
But alas that’s not me
So today I WILL be
Doing it My Way
(This poem was inspired by my shoving the bookcase — with my butt –
to make room for the box and black plastic tote seen in the photo. Whatever works, right?)
Gee I wish I had a magic wand to help me with my woes.
How I’d love to waive it round
and improve my soul.
I can see it now…
All strife would be gone
And my boxes packed
And, if my magic strong enough
maybe even moved.
But alas I have just me
to get all this stuff done.
So get up off your arse dear girl
There’s packing and moving to be done!
It’s been over 2 years since I saw all my jewelry box together. I’ve been called a “pack rat”
or worse and I suppose it’s true. My only defense is to confess that I’m really a sentimental romantic and my “treasures” are priceless to me.
When my son and I first moved to the Dothan, AL area so long ago (winter 2005) we left most of our furniture back in storage. It took quite awhile for me to “let go” of it because I felt I was deserting my cherished memories. I realize now that was silly, but don’t we all get that way from time to time?
Anyway to get back to the jewelry box: The last time I had seen it intact was Sept 2010 when I retrieved the gold chain I had given to Mom when I returned from my very first Washington, DC trip courtesy of OSHA – St. Louis.
About that time Bernie Jr was falling in love with his beautiful soon to be wife, Alexa. Somehow when he moved out the jewelry box lid wound up in my bedroom, but the bottom was lost.
I discovered the bottom one day while moving around my treasures here in my apartment in Ozark (only 3 years later), but by then the top was “lost in my space”.
Well last night both pieces were reunited because: I’m moving again! This time the move is to a 2 bedroom apt with its own washer and dryer and a pool on the premises. Yes, the packing is stressful and the move scary, but it will be quieter: Dale County Deputies live in the complex. So yell and scream all you want nosey, noisy neighbors cause moi’ is gonna be Long Gone with my “old” handmade jewelry box intact! (I’ve only had it at least 50 years or longer.) it’s hard to remember when you reach that Geriatric Hippy Stage. Onward …
Happy Friday y’all. Thunder outside. Bickering next door. I know better than to ask what next because I really don’t want to find out.
Had planned to go to a one day festival here in Ozark, AL being held on April 5, but there’s no sense in getting the car from Alexa if I can’t drive it and she works that day so she can’t take me. She just started Manager Training which means longer hours and more responsibility. I’m really proud if her, especially when she brings me goodies from work…
I recently read an internet article regarding macular degeneration which mentioned that isolation is a major cause of depression. Now I understand why Mom chain smoked.
Once I finally get my income tax finished I’m going to set aside traveling money even if it means traveling by bus! Onward…