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 It's hard to think of things to talk about, I have the first sentence or two of a handful of thoughts but mostly it's been packing and errands and more packing.  And a lot of freaking out about what is still not packed, despite having at least a month to do so.   (we close on Wednesday, Mech and his family will be all out by the following Sunday, then cleaners come in and then painters and the individual who will be ripping out the dry bar and replacing the basement carpet with vinyl flooring. 

 

Since we decided to put off renovating the kitchen until I know a little bit more about what I want out of it, I'm trying to figure out what I can buy in the meantime to mitigate the lack of countertop.   Right now I'm browsing baker's racks.

 

And it's so hard to think of what I want when the world is my oyster.  I think I'm better at adjusting, at finding reasonable alternatives, so much so that I'm stymied when I actually try to figure out what it is that draws my eye.  

 

Also, this is going to be the house in which I finally have a non-cabinet spice rack so I need to find one of those as well.  Or buy myself a dozen of the tiny ikea spice shelves.  

 

And half the packing is actually weeding things out, and that takes twice as long and feel like it results in about half as many boxes.  And it's so hard to figure out anything about meals because I don't want to give the time over, even though I probably should.  

 

But in addition to packing, Abundance and I took Nonsense to a dog beach, where she proceeded to lose her goddamn mind and I felt like some weird beach macgyver because when we forgot her ball, I remembed that many pinecones float and there were some in beach grass.    And yesterday we went to Delight and Goodhugs' house and ate grilled pizza and I showed Spark how to tackle Light on the grass of their backyard and my heart fucking melted to watch them.  And I can't wait to have a grill of our own and maybe I'll even try to figure out charcoal.  (Just like I'm going to try to be someone who has irises growing somewhere and someone who keeps at least one indoor plant alive.  And everything will be magically different?   Or something like that.