The Snare of Preparation
The household goods are slowly collapsing into organized and bold faced labeled moving boxes. My alabaster ankles and shins bear the brunt of our preparations as I continue to stumble into all kinds of low lying square hazards that now clutter our floors. Uncontrollable swearing binges that would make my viking ancestors wince, spill forth from my mouth at an unprecedented rate. The unclosed flap of a box not yet filled lies in wait for its chance to lash out and saw into the flesh of my leg. Yeah, can’t wait to be done with this stage!

The moving arrangements are a grind to say the least. This weekend’s projects include the complete pack up of all the vinyl. What a bitch. It’s enough to make me want to poor gasoline on ’em, set ’em ablaze, and forget I ever even owned ’em.

We’ve got the moving truck all lined up. They’ll be dropping of the trailer on the 5th of August. We’ll have the weekend to pack it up and then Monday they come and take it away. With any luck, the truck, still in possession of all our goods, will arrive safety in the port of Portland sometime around the 15th of August. I think we’ll be jumping in the car with cats in tow around the 10th. Arriving in Portland on the 11th or 12th.

Incedently, the amount of space we’ve reserved on the trailer that will be taking our stuff out west measures exactly 10 X 8 X 9, which just so happens to be the exact dimensions of our present day kitchen. I’ve clocked a lot of time now staring at our kitchen, scratching my head, trying to imagine everything we own pilled up and fitting nicely in that space. I’ve even begun to play a lot of Tetris in the hopes that this will somehow exercise that part of the brain that deals with impossible spacial arrangements.