we just made a few phonecalls to let people know we’re leaving in 7 days.
you can hear the hurt in some people’s voices.
and it makes us Very Sad.
but we understand.
it’s hard to leave.
but it’s harder to be Left.
the big city has been good to us (and also Very Tough and toughening and brutal and caressing and moulding and shaping and changing A Lot).
there’s Such a LOT TO DO.
we have lists Everywhere.
and we met with Jonathan this morning to hand over Big Tasks like:
- hire removal men (we assume they’re men, maybe not, that would be Refreshing)
- pack (everything – not a skill we have – we are Far Too Sentimental and it would Take Forever as we poured over scrapbooks and moleskines and books and notes and….doesn’t bear thinking about)
- put everything in Van and get it Driven Across America
- get dupe keys cut
- talk to new building manager to get ceiling painted (popcorn, er, no, we don’t Love that look), fix window, clean (and generally Prepare themselves for our Arrival ;-)
and then we’ll take on:
- change of addresses
- banks, accountant, attorney, doctors
- new driving license
- get a few month’s supply (how much??) replacement thyroid-glands-medication due to you-know-what (because we don’t know when/How? we’ll get a new DR as good as ours).
- (we Faded fast when making our list).
we pause a Lot to take sips of various hot beverages and write.
(or we get Distracted and start Sorting Paperwork).
we feel Melancholic at every turn.
we swim, daily.
(yes, our local “health club” as they used to call them in 1970s england has a Chandelier)
and then, at midnight (because we can’t Sleep), we get up and manically (but not clinically, so, fear not) Paint frames (Farrow and Ball – blue ground and pink ground).
sadly we paint them so Badly that they can’t even be claimed to be “shabby-chic” and so they’ll be Donated to housing works with the other various bits of our life that others might find useful (or not).
and it’s 29 degrees.
Lots of Moisturizer, darlings.
and British telly DVDs in-the-post (thank you, dad).