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If So, To Whom? Another day and, I don't know, maybe the hormones are back in balance or the stars have realigned or I've had a good night's sleep because I feel a lot better about the move. I realized I was worrying over the amount of crap I have in my current apartment and how it was all going to fit into the new one. What am I thinking about? A couple down the street who moved recently put some of their belongings into storage by having a large cube dropped off by a truck right in the middle of their driveway, much like a large trash bin, except it had doors and locks and they just filled it up, called the truck back and it was stacked in the storage facility. Easy, secure and not that expensive. I can do that.
My apartment is much like my web site. I have a section that was originally
designed to track the building of a model railroad, but I haven't touched it
I still think about how Mr. Wuss will take this. He's seven or eight years old according to the vet, so I've been told by friends that he should take to indoor living more easily than not and I think that's true (I hope that's true), but I'm going to have to be inventive about the cat box. A friend reminded me about the cat box. I have one in the corner of the kitchen, of course, but when your cat goes outside it's rarely used. This will change. I am going to become more familiar with the cat box in the future, I think, like it or not. Anyway, this move is sounding better. Pare down the junk and live in the place like the people you see sitting about in the magazines and, I seem to recall, I once lived in some of my past lives in San Francisco. No more talking about live work areas (for a while). No more cold apartment in the winter. This apartment has a fireplace. I'll remember not to put the brandy snifters in storage. So I sound as if I'm trying to sell this place? And, if so, to whom? |
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