Look at this sandwich! I made it for you as an apology for being MIA the past week. Actually, I made it for myself. Now I’m both neglecting AND lying to you. Rob and I watched The Breakfast Club on TV the other day, and the lunch scene made me want a sandwich really badly. I hadn’t bought fake deli slices (it’s creepy how real they look, isn’t it?) in a long time, so this sandwich was particularly good.
I’m in Minneapolis for just a little bit right now, supposedly in order to pack things up. I’d like to have everything moved out of here by the end of April, but I think I might need to discover a magic packing wand tucked back in one of the closets. It’s the worst! (The worst as far as organizational things go, anyway.) I started with the piano room, which should have been really easy, since I hardly use it — and I’ve already schlepped all the books up to Hinckley. But it took all morning.
I think the main problem is a lack of boxes. Wait, no, it’s that I don’t want this stuff. I can’t believe how much junk is here, given the amount I’ve already brought up to Hinckley — and a reasonable sort of person has to realize that, since X, Y, and Z have been sitting here for a year, I probably don’t need any of it. I’m completely overwhelmed by the thought of trying to set up a garage sale for it all, but it would probably yield a tidy sum of cash, which would not go unappreciated. Bah.
I’m sure I’ll get it all figured out in the end. Until then, I’m going to keep eating sandwiches and looking for that wand.