Our stuff finally arrives tomorrow. I am so looking forward to this. First, Door to Door storage is dropping off the huge blue bins. Next, some unloading company is coming over to move everything up the stairs and into our sunny apartment. Finally, I will have some fall clothing. Finally, we’ll be able to eat at home. On plates. Finally, I’ll have my cds, tv, dvds, books, candles, pottery, art supplies. It will all be here tomorrow. I feel like throwing a party.
Most of America is entering a three-day weekend. Which couldn’t come at a better time. Toby and I might explore if we get everything deboxed in time and he gets all the work he has completed. I’m thinking of kicking around Golden Gate Park, then stumbling over the bridge, maybe hiking around Sausalito until we fall down. We could wander to the beach, which we have yet to do. And I can stare at all those rocks that jet out from nowhere, and wonder again about how the ocean does this. (When I was a kid I used to freak myself out. Imagine finding yourself on one of those bizarre ocean zits! Just sitting there, in the middle of the Pacific watching the waves lap up on every side. Which would get me thinking, that if I were on board the Titanic I would have jumped or swam to that iceberg who took her down. I was such a smart child! I never thought it out, though. I just figured, I wouldn’t have to sink and, in turn, get water in my ears. I probably would have waited there, frozen to it like a finger on a metal ice cube tray and wait for a seal to take me home. Or Orca. Maybe I’d just scream really loud until the passenger boat going to and from Disney World from the camp ground heard me and took me to land.) Smart kid, I was.
Lastly, I discovered another bothersome word. I have always disliked the word “Renege”. I especially dislike it in its past tense, “Reneged”. Do words bother people? Or is it just for this person?