Preemptive Excuses

The move has begun!

Facebook begging for boxes.

Craigslist search for boxes. Driving around for boxes in areas of Seattle I've never been before to answer those craigslist adds and pick up strangers' boxes. (I collected about thirty this morning--we need a lot because of all the books in our little library.)

Finding the tape from our last move.

Sharpening our sharpies for marking those boxes. Okay, so I don't actually sharpen sharpies (that would be a mess!), but it just sounded like something that would be fun to say. Try it: sharpening sharpies so they're sharp. (Also, try: redundant.)

Calling movers and arranging appointments for estimates.

Putting up our bookshelves, vanity and gigantic television on craigslist for sale. Maybe one less thing to move...

Answering and/or deleting emails from all those moving companies.

Applying for a house rental and trying to get the lease signed, one state away, on time to secure the home we want.

School district changes, one state away, for Miss Annalise.

Finding a preschool for Miss Madeline.

Dealing with children who are stuck at home while I'm making these arrangements: they play, they fight, I yell, I send them to their room, they come out agreeing to get along, they play, they fight, I yell...and it goes around and around again.

So I hope you'll forgive my sporadic posts, if they do become sporadic. I have some plans for posts:

Goodnight Seattle (my version of Goodnight Moon) with pictures of my loverly 'hood and I'll the things I'll (not) be missing--mostly about apartment managing.

A side-by-side comparison of my boxes of clothes vs. my husband's. He, I'm sure, will have more as he takes up all the room in our closet. I know. Shocking--he's not a clothes horse or a pretty boy (though I often tease him by calling him "pretty boy"), he just has a lot of clothes for work.

I might even throw in a picture of all the jam I've made this summer, in boxes (only if you're lucky). Oh--I need to make another batch of the jam using the various berries I froze that didn't get all used up. If I don't defrost, cook and can them, they'll go to waste; and we don't want that do we precious? (No, I haven't watched LOTR since our cruise in May, I'm just channeling Gollum for kicks and giggles.) That will be another jam naming event.

I also still need to name the blackberry jam. I'm somewhere between Are We Human or Are We Blackberry Jam (because I think those lyrics are so strange) and Back in Blackberry (because it flows so nicely).

I've got to go and feed my little ones, pack some more, and make some phone calls.