This morning, halfway through forcing a shelf's worth of poetry books to fit like a Chinese puzzle inside an old pinot noir box, it suddenly hit me: I'm moving again. How many times have I packed these same books into the handy castoffs of a local liquor store? Six? Seven? And how many times have I vowed that this will be the last time I do this for a very long while? Maybe two. The last vow came five years ago, but life since then has been a roller coaster with a lot of stomach-lurching drops and upside-down swoops. It is definitely time to move--move on, move away, move back to a place we adore to be near people we love. Most (maybe all) moves I've ever made have been for jobs or school. This one is for love.
We're hoping the cats will love their new home, too. Maybe even Scout. Anyone who knows Scout knows that she is a challenge. I have a spot in the sunshine all picked out for her daybed, but I suspect she'll also want a dark nook in the farthest reaches of the closet in my study. A girl needs spots to suit her changing moods, so I will do my best to accommodate Miss Scout's needs.
And speaking of closets, I wish I could build one just for our cowboy boots. We don't own a lot of clothing, and I don't have all that many pairs of shoes, but we do own a pair or two (or twelve) of boots. I'm thinking of transforming one of our bookcases into a display for them. They're too pretty to stow away, plus Scout needs closet space for her dark-mood bed.
I've been missing my blog rounds this month. Once we're settled into the new place, I'll be back to a more normal schedule again. Thanks for being patient with me. xo Gigi