Now comes the tedious part - packing, lists, worrying it will all fit into the truck (which it will, if I would
only believe my husband, the master packer), and last minute shopping. I want to BE there, not sorting and packing. Back to the one step at a time thing. One and a half bays of the garage are devoted
to Anadaré furniture, supplies, dishes, new screens, computer hook-ups, Nordic track, new refrigerator - and the list goes on and on. (My daughter - it is no surprise where you got your list making gene.) My little car will be so happy to have her space in the garage back after a month in the driveway.
But also packing some tools and weaving materials - and of course, baskets! The electric drill is a must, for driftwood handled baskets and wall pieces, as well as a driftwood coat hook bar that I just decided to make. Oh darn - I'll have to go the the beach first thing and look for driftwood!
My lesson for today (and the rest of the week): it's a process, so try to enjoy each step.
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I find lists I've written myself everywhere. In fact, I came into the office today to find an old sticky on my keyboard that had a grocery list on it. The cleaners must have found it on my floor last night and left it for me.
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