July 24th, 2003


24 boxes and counting...

...and there would have been more if I'd had more tape.

I cleared a few bookshelves last night, but there are more to go. I have to pack them in a hurry, because the temptation to just sit there and start reading is nearly irresistable.

The books on top seem to speak to me, right before I close the flaps. "Pick me up and get lost in me again," they say. A Distant Mirror, Stranger in a Strange Land, The Sum of All Fears, Tigana, Faith of the Fallen, Griffin and Sabine, On Basilisk Station, The Apocolypse Door, My Brother Michael, Dragonsdawn, Touched By the Gods, Cetaganda, The Hobbit, Fair Blows the Wind, Jane Eyre, The Path of Daggers, Sharpe's Triumph, The Hero with a Thousand Faces...no wonder the boxes are so heavy when I am done. They're filled with the weight of worlds.

I can always look forward to putting them all back, and maybe this time in some semblance of order. Need more shelves...books aren't supposed to be all stacked on their sides, are they?

Anyhow, 18 days until moving day. Joy.

If it ain't one thing....

The hubby called from the karate school to tell me he'd be late. "Okay," I say, because there's not that much I can do about it, is there?

"Not okay," he tells me. Apparently some woman drove her car into the window in the front of the building. Fortunately no one was hurt. I have to think that God was watching over them, because she hit my truck first, and as her car ripped the bumper off of my beloved Comanche, it skewed the car so that it hit structure instead of only glass.

The class was half-way through. They were on break. Five minutes later and everyone would have been lined up waiting in front of that window.

My insurance company is going to love me...of the three policies I started the year with, this is my third policy to have a claim. I think it is a good thing we hadn't got around to the life insurance on the hubby yet.
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