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Saturday, November 11, 2006

muggy

The weather report looks like a stock market report. Temperature is up and then down and up again. Grass has turned yellow and the leaves are blowing everywhere. I have a head cold and sinus headache so it must be autumn.

I need to start to pack up the front room but my heart is not in it. I'd rather be working on a project I just thought of on the drive home yesterday. Just a little project. Should only take a few minutes.... We could just pay the carpet stretchers more and let them move everything. Nah, then they might touch my stuff. I hate when people touch my stuff. It's hard enough to find things when I touch it, much less when there are strangers involved. The thought of having someone come in to clean makes me crazy. They would move my stuff. It didn't bother me as much when we had a maid in South America. I had no personal stuff there - it was like living in a hotel anyway. She came, she cleaned, her son played with my daughter. I gave her my crock pot when we left. But I've collected 30 years of stuff since then. I think it will take at least 50 years for me to use it all up.

So, going down to pack. Really. Right now.