less-wordy-than-normal wednesday

T-minus 2 days until the aerial photographer arrives to work his cinematic wonder. His creation, I’m told, should result in buyers running at me with fists full of dollars. Or something like that.

Much of the work has already come together beautifully: dining room, living room, kitchen, powder room, master bath, ensuite, master bedroom and 3rd bedroom are all done.

I have made the people at the Salvation Army Thrift Store very happy with my substantial donations last night. I delivered to them 11 pieces of good luggage (among other things). In exchange they gave me a $10 coupon to shop at the Thrift Store. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that the last thing I need is more stuff.

As an aside, despite the fact that I donated enough luggage for a small village, I still have at least 8 (by my quick count) pieces of luggage left. How, in the actual fuck, did I collect that much luggage?

Oh, and here’s a special surprise: I found two large storage boxes containing stuff I boxed up during my last move FOURTEEN YEARS AGO.

Today I need to tackle the areas that have served as dumping grounds during this chaos:

My beloved gym, which I haven’t seen the inside of for 10 days because it’s still too full for yoga or any other workout:

My laundry room, which holds a fraction of the art to be hung on the walls (not to mention about a thousand board games and other assorted bric-a-brac:

And the home office, which needs to lose around 3 printers and 2 tons of paper. Oh, and needs a new desk to be built.

Mr. Enthusiasm has decided to become a crafty handyman by adding industrial metal legs to an old antique dining table top to make an oversized desk. Because we didn’t have enough work to do.

I heard heavy equipment out front yesterday so I decided to take a break from the chaos to look out the front door. A bulldozer was removing 50′ high cedars from the lot in front of my house.

In doing so they opened up this view for me:

Oh the sweet irony. My lake view gets exponentially better AFTER I decide to move. Breathe, Nancy…breathe.

Calming myself, I realize that the only reason the trees have come down, and the view opened up is because someone is building a home on that lot. The view will, sooner than not, be obstructed once again.

I’m almost there.

Keep moving,

xoxo nancy

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