
Empty boxes sit
On the floors where life once danced.
How to pack the dance?

Empty boxes sit
On the floors where life once danced.
How to pack the dance?

I’ve found I can only pack and sort things for about 2 or 3 hours a day. I just get too emotional. So attached to some things, which it would be stupid to take, but it’s so hard to let them go. One of them….well, I just stuffed it in a box. It was a huge teddy bear that was a Christmas gift to my son for his first Christmas. I just couldn’t let it go. It’s been sitting in the rocking chair in my room since forever, even before I left his father.
So many other things. I had emails between S and I that I’d printed out, I had pieces of writing from 20 years ago, I had memories, memories. So hard. I managed to throw most of that stuff out, but it made me melancholy, to be leaving everything I have known as an adult. I lay down on the chaise in my living room and cried for a few minutes. I laid down on my bed, and just closed my eyes to process all that has happened to me in the 40 years I’ve lived here.Everything that has brought me to this moment, of packing up my life of 40 years, and sorting out the things I want to take with me. Lay there for about an hour.
My son asked me twice today what was wrong. I just said, “You know, it’s just big changes…so many big changes.” But I decided that I was done packing and sorting for the day. I changed my clothes, put on some makeup and went to the store to get laundry detergent and limes so I could have a drink when I got back, maybe read a book or something.
I got to the store, and as the universe does, I walked through the parking lot right into my bff who I am able to tell anything to, and told her how my morning was. She knows me, she gets it. She is always, has always been there for me. Even when I didn’t listen to her about S, she stuck with me while I figured it out. So we talked, it was the best thing that could have happened to me to run into her. She said she’d pick me up at the airport on the 8th when I get home. Awesome.
When I got home, instead of making the drink I was going to, I made a frozen peach strawberry daiquiri for my son and myself. It wasn’t bad, considering it was the first time I’ve made one in maybe 20 years, lol. Then I sat on the couch and began really mapping out our trip to Denver. We’re going to do somewhere around 500 miles a day, and then the last day only have about 350 to do. I got hotel phone numbers so we can call and make reservations.
Then I did the same for the trip to Florida which is a full day shorter.
Then a girl which whom he is close friends came over, had the last of the daiquiris and they decided they’d make me dinner. 🙂 Good kids.
I think I’m at the point I can stop obsessing about making sure everything is packed up for my mover’s date. I think I’m well ahead of the game now. When I stop working next weekend, I’ll have all week to get most of the house finished. I will leave the kitchen until I get back from Denver.
It gets more real every day. Most everyone I know I’ll see again. They’ll be down to see me, or I’ll be up to see them. There are some people I won’t see again though, and some I won’t get to say goodbye to. I guess I just have to do the best I can. The love I have for them will always be. I think they know that.
Love and light, all.
The crows are flying around my back yard. The wind is kicking up, like it’s maybe going to storm. Occasionally the sun pokes through a hole in the sky, and lights up the day. It’s a good morning to try to clear my head, put my thoughts in order.
My son and I and his two friends had ribs and corn on the deck last night. And now the bees are hanging around, though the table is clean. I can smell the lavender in my herb garden blowing in on the wind.
I will miss this place. So much has happened here, in this house. I’ve been happy here, as has my son.
I’ll be happy there. Happier, not to ever shovel snow again. Not to ever have the bugars freeze in my nose again. There will be hurricanes, and coastal storms to deal with. But they’re more rare, than a blizzard up here. And I’m on high ground. With a new roof.
So many things I’m looking forward to. Walking every day, riding a bike. Getting much more fit, because that’s just the way it is. Maybe having a “Feed the world” garden, and planting tropical flowers in my yard. My friend told me that there were flowers blooming in my yard last week when she was there. That thought made me happy.
I woke this morning with every joint in my body sore from all the packing yesterday. I’m thinking that wine is probably not an anti-inflammatory either, lol. But it was so good! I took a couple of arthritis pain pills, and put on some topical cream on my arms that my son got me where he works. Feeling much better now. I slept a solid 8 hours, which is amazing.
The big thing for this week is to get the car insurance thing squared away, get my son’s car in his name. I hope it’s not too big of a hassle. I also have to make some arrangements for the stuff I can’t even give away. Gotta get it hauled away, or see if Salvation Army or someone will come get it.
My last week of work. That is friggin’ amazing. My life has not been my own, ever in my adult life. I’m sure I’ll be working by the end of October doing something, but til then…It’s like a long vacation. A new life. Only those things I love allowed in.
I’m quite content at the moment.
Life moves on. I have had a little time to reflect this morning.
Love and light.

Great high banks of clouds
Blowing in off the ocean
Living like water.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images
Someone down my street is shooting fireworks. The big, illegal kind. For at least a half hour now. I sat outside and watched for awhile. I had to watch through the trees, but it was still beautiful. It’s a beautiful summer night.
I’ve been busy packing today. My son and I bought him a luggage set today. I’m finding it easier to think about saying good bye to him, now that he has a job. It will still be hard, but the fear part of it is removed now. Now, it’s just about missing him, not about worrying over him.
Hard to believe in two weeks we will begin our trip. And that two weeks after that, I’ll be on my way to Florida.
My son and I are aiming to be at my bff’s from high school the 2nd night. She said she can put us up there, which will be nice so we won’t have to get a hotel room that night. Then another of my friends who lives in Daytona in Florida said she will try to come over when I get there and help me move in. How lucky am I? It will be fun to drive over to Daytona during the race week there too. She lives on the barrier beach. Bunch of beach bums, all of us, lol. She said they have fireworks there once a week. Sounds like fun.
Damn I feel so blessed.
And so tired. I am beat tonight. I almost forgot to call them tonight because I fell asleep on the couch, even with the fireworks. Crazy…. Off to bed.
Love and light, everyone. Sleep well.
It’s a late summer’s eve.
The only sounds
A child’s laughter,
crickets singing,
Leaves rustling on the tiniest breeze.
Summer meal on the table,
BBQ, corn on the cob
Fresh tomatoes and cucumbers.
Must be August.
Farm stands full
of things just picked today.
Melons and peppers,
Apples and peaches.
Pumpkins soon dot the ground.
The harvest underway.
The days grow shorter.
The laughter retreats inside the cozy warm house.
The leaves crunch underfoot,
And fires ignite in back yards pits to ward off the chill.
The leaves soon will turn
To red and gold and orange.
In a breeze it will rain leaves.
In a still sky, they will crunch underfoot,
come into the house attached to feet.
Think of me as the leaves fall.
I will miss the autumn,
The days of clear cool air
Before the north wind blows.
But when it blows, hard and steady,
Come see me then, my friend
In a land of endless summer.

There’s no safety net
To catch me when hard times fall.
I’ve had to make my own.
It’s a net of light,
Woven of love, trust, and truth.
Clarity of mind.
Catching me gently,
It soothes me where it finds me,
‘Til the aching’s gone.
This haiku came about as a result of a conversation I had with my cousin, about how I seem so able to deal with letting go of things, like my son moving away, a horrible marriage and divorce, a failed love affair. I said, “i don’t have a safety net. I’m by myself most of the time. I have to make my own, if I want to go on living.”
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images.
So, I came outside this morning, to gather my thoughts, get myself centered, by writing as usual, on my deck. It was early as usual, 6 am. I turned on the computer, and Windows had decided it was a good time to update. Said updates took an hour and a half.
How frustrating. It totally changed my mood, from feeling tentative about the day, with so much to do, to being a little pissed off. I was on WP, on my phone, but that’s hard. I hate trying to write anything much from my phone. I was on FB for awhile, and gratefully, my cousin saw me on there early, and called me, so she helped me pass about 40 minutes of the time talking.
It seems that ususally they ask you if you want to update now, or schedule it. But this time, no, it just started as soon as I opened the lap top. I guess the lesson is, to be reminded that I am in control of so little of what happens in my life, lol.
My son and I are going to go buy him a suitcase today. We have an extra carry-on bag, but not a large one. We’ve usually shared the one good large one we have. But now he will need his own, so we’re going to go to Sam’s Club and find one.
While we are together in the car, I think we’re going to call his father, and hopefully he will answer the phone. We will tell him together that we are moving. The family wedding next week is the impetus to tell him. I just don’t think it would be fair for him not to know, and get blind-sided by the news , from another family member.
He’s paying a dear price as it is, for his cruelty and abuse of us. We have recovered. We have both created wonderful lives, mostly filled with happiness. We have each other always. My poor foolish ex has no one, and although it’s his choice to be alone, I still know it would hurt him to find out from someone else that his son had moved to Colorado. I’m not sure if it would make any difference to him that I am moving to Florida. Sometimes I think that he still considers me his wife, even though we’ve been apart almost 10 years. He just has such a hard time letting go of things. His power and control issues couldn’t hold it together, and I know he is embarrassed by that, rightly or wrongly. I have no wish to add to that.
I just had a thought that maybe he would want the spare washer and dryer, and the couches in my son’s room. Where he would put them, I have no idea, but I think I’ll offer them. He does have a pick-up that he could come get them in. Although I’m sure he won’t want to come over here, to my house. I’m sure it would just anger him that I have such a nice home while he lives in an unheated cabin next door to his old house.
Sometimes it just makes me so sad to see what he’s done with his life.
When we get back from the shopping trip, I’ll be packing the rest of the weekend. I should have a really good handle on it by the end of the day tomorrow. I will hopefully be able to schedule someone to come and pick up the stuff that needs to go to the dump. I need to give my snow blower to my friend. A few other odds and ends. Gonna be a busy time from now until I leave for Denver.
It’s time to get this day underway,I can’t make up the time I lost to updates, lol.
Love and light everyone.

Do you know, she asked
How big is the space within my heart?
Or do you just guess
That it’s the same as the space in yours?
He looked at her quizzically.
She laughed.
“You, who has spent no time
trying to open your heart.
You have no idea
How much love it can hold.”
You can’t know,
If all you do is protect
The small perceived space
That you think your heart holds.
She smiled.
“Come see me,
When you are sick
Of being afraid.”
Afraid to be loved.
Afraid to love.
Afraid to feel.
Afraid
Afraid
Afraid.
“I’ll still be here…..
Because
What you feel about me
Is none of my business.
But what I feel for you….
Makes me happy.”
He looked at her,
Questions galore in his beautiful eyes.
She smiled at him
Hiding nothing
Unashamed
Unafraid.
He turned,
He could not meet her gaze.
He walked away.
She watched him,
And turned her gaze to the sea.
At that moment,
He stopped,
And looked back.
Questioning…..
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