“It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.” William Ernest Henley (1849 – 1903) Now that the…
7000 Pounds
Mister and I have moved into a small apartment. We’ve taken to calling it “The Hotel.” After living in a house – with a garage – this is definitely downsizing. And because we’ve downsized, not everything we own…
All Work and No Play
This moving thing… It’s making me a very dull girl. I’m looking forward to being still. Wish me luck. Thanks.
The Gal-Danged Phone Company
Mister and I are some of the few people left with a phone land-line. We’re old-school. Or stupid. Maybe both. Anyhoo, that phone line is yet another detail that must be handled during a move. And dealing with…
Moving Muscles
I’m still in the process of moving. Though I’m purging a lot of stuff, there’s still much being kept. It’s slow. It’s arduous. It’s torture. And my Popeye muscles are really being tested. If my forearms bulk…
So Much To Do, So Little Time
Have you ever found yourself with a load of ironing to do, along with packing to move, cleaning your new-to-you abode, wondering what the heck to have for dinner, trying to find a reasonably-priced storage space, hoping someone…