Note to Self

today. today. today.

 

 

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Friday.

This little girl is my love.

and now, a poem by Jack Gilbert:

In Dispraise Of Poetry

When the King of Siam disliked a courtier,
He gave him a beautiful white elephant.
The miracle beast deserved such ritual
That to care for him properly meant ruin.
Yet to care for him improperly was worse.
It appears the gift could not be refused.

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22 years from then brings us to this.

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"don't be now, be you."

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I'm moving now.

or I should be, but it's taking longer than I thought.

I keep going on my computer to answer emails and subsequently feel guilty about not blogging.  But really, I shouldn't be on the computer at all - I need to pack.  In order to finish packing though...I need to take photographs of the in progress boxing of objects.  For some reason, I have a harder time doing that than I thought I would.  So while I should be taking photographs, I instead read letters and look at my empty closet and wonder where I will ever need to use all of my handmade paper.

Then I wander around for a bit.

Then I go to the new house and look at my new room that is empty except for a ceder chest from my great grandma.

I plan on putting my wool things inside to keep them safe.

My dad installed the washer, dryer and refrigerator today.  Hopefully he will help me hang lights and move heavy furniture.  I have to stop typing now because I feel worse only writing about moving and not actually moving.

Here's a lovely video:

 

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