We have boxes in our living room and today I am going to begin filling them up. Neither Tom nor I have the energy to do this over a couple of days, so we're giving ourselves plenty of time.
One of the most useful rules about boxing up your possessions, I learned from Sam. It's not a time to make decisions about what you may or may not want to throw away. Box it. You can make that decision when you get to the next place.
Alice, our neighbor downstairs, came by last night to see if she might want our apartment. The place looked like it had imploded. I told her the pros of the apartment without showing her. Then I asked her the story of her life and it was quite different than anything I could have imagined. A life in Montana and Wyoming. A nurse. A minister's wife. A Democrat. A reader. Turning 80. A pistol.
I'm using Laura Torres's model: I'm writing intensely for 20 minutes a day. I've never done this before, but it works beautifully and I don't need to feel guilty for the rest of the day. And no matter how busy I am with other things, I always have twenty minutes. It's just a matter of paying attention.
Another blog about nothing.