I’ve been gone so long, Typepad has changed their sign-in page and forgotten my password. Me, too. It’s around here somewhere…
We are right in the thick of it- moving to Chicago, that is. Do other people turn moving into a 2 month long project? Or is that just me? Here is what I’ve been doing:
Radon inspections, copying income tax returns, assembling boxes, looking at paint chips ("What the hell color is that? It looks like something out of the 70s when people decorated with the colors of bodily fluids.").
Holding the epic 102-in-the-shade yard sale (attended anonymously by Big Dave, who claims he didn’t buy The Joy of Sex out of the book box. Somebody did.).
Waxing obscene to my virtual customer service representatives at Sprint, SBC, People’s Gas, DTE, Comcast. Mailing things.
Watching my eBay auctions. I currently have listed CYMBALS! Beautiful vintage Zildjian Thin Crash and Ride, NO DENTS, NO KEYHOLING! I love eBay because you can capitalize and punctuate everything!
Surreptitiously throwing out FG’s shoes, one at a time (we don’t call him Imelda for nothing).
Going through the neighborhood at 3 am Wednesdays looking for someone who has space in their garbage dumpster for shoes and stuff.
Collaring and tagging the cats, in anticipation of city life. Trying to decide whether to spread out the trauma over several weeks or whether to let it all be one huge three day terrifying nightmare has been a tough call, but it’s sort of evolving into one prolonged trauma anyway. They hate the packing, the disorder, the strangers in their yard and the sure sense of dread that something VERY BAD is about to happen. Selling the upholstered furniture out from under them was supremely annoying- I could tell by the laid back ears. Collars have driven them to scratch at them endlessly, spit and hiss at us and each other and be generally ill tempered.
The children have been around, one back from teaching jazz camp in Aspen and the other home for 3 weeks from Florida- a good time to leave, especially since the Hilton, where she is a concierge, is pretty dead this time of year. He heads off to tour in France, Spain and Italy soon and she goes back, today, to register for classes and resume work for the rest of the summer.
Trying to figure out whether FG is out at the storage locker, packing or whether he is on a business trip. I swear to you, one day last week I actually didn’t know until I tracked him down at a hotel in San Francisco. He sends me e-mails from the basement with his itinerary and schedule but I don’t have time for email. FG has flown fifteen times since June 1 (I just checked his frequent flyer account to see if there were enough miles to get me, last minute, on a National Geographic photo safari trip, departs this evening). He is transitioning from being a sole proprietor to being the CSO for one of the largest sports marketing firms in the world. I asked him what’s a CSO? He fluffed his feathers a bit and said "Chief Strategy Officer. I have to go to Zurich next week…" I said, "Oh. Well. I have to throw out the rest of your shoes next week."
Finally, finishing my professional career here in Ann Arbor. This has been tough- tough enough to leave me generally lacking for words by the end of the day. Have I mentioned that I like the people I see here in my office? I’ve discovered that I actually love some of them. (Bad therapist. Bad.) I’ve been with them as their lives have unfolded with difficult pregnancies or vulnerable babies or trying toddlers. Through Cupid’s slings and arrows, marriages and divorces. Illness and death. Twice, murder. Depression and mania. Flashes of light at the end of the tunnel. Pissing and moaning and whining. Except for the murder, I can more than relate. I’ve been there. You, too. And when you share this life with people, you fall a bit in love.
This last week, I’ll be using all I’ve got, in terms of communication skills, to finish up. You wouldn’t have seen me this morning except Michelle, stopped by with THIS (YES! Click it!) And I laughed and laughed and laughed. You will, too. She must know that this migration west leaves me with about 2 minutes to watch an epic film. Thank you, dear friend.
Oh! Would you like to see my new "garden"? Does anybody have a book on "Tiny Zen Gardens With Peace and Tomatoes"? I guess at this point I’m not going to jinx any jobs or house sales by beginning to share. I am REALLY looking forward to coming back in style, with a new face and photos, and writing,writing,writing…And I am so anxious to rejoin the neighborhood around here.