last night we packed most of the kitchen things. bean put all her mom's china in its own box & i made label stickers that say "LILLIAN'S CHINA" & "noli me tangere."
half the living room is now full of boxes stacked at least as high as i am tall. the wall-ness of it is both precarious & menacing, at once. recko likes to make her way up to the top layer & perch there, chattering birdishly at anyone walking past.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:bean leaves today for miami & for the occasion i made her a cd of Music She Doesn't Listen To Although I Think She Should. i wasted precious packing time photoshopping liner notes for it. such is the extent of my love. my preachy listen-to-this love.
while bean is gone i plan to swallow novels in great gulps. i will probably make myself girly cocktails & sit on the back deck in tank top & shorts & read decadently until the sun goes down.
on saturday Moving Things Cadre The First will attack Moving Day The First. we will move all the books & most other things that are already in boxes. we will sit in the new house all sweaty & drink ourselves dehydrated.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:the other day as we sat in whole world i noticed across the street this hot gorgeous vintage chevrolet for sale, maybe 1959? i'm not that good with vintage car years but it was kind of boxy & this khaki color i seem only to like on vintage cars. i can't stop thinking of that chevy & how much i wish i had it. it looks like the kind of car a six-foot-tall skinny lady would drive. i have pink sunglasses picked out, in my head, for driving that car. someone buy it for me. i can see my hands turning that giant-diameter steering wheel. oh yes.
