Dishes (Photo)

In honor of those who are moving, or will be moving soon, or who are moving two days early.
Labels: moving rant, Photos
Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.

Labels: moving rant, Photos
8 comments:
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Hey! That's what my cupboards look like after a hard night. ;^D
Moving--an earthly purgatory justified only, hopefully but not always, by the prospect of the future digs being an improvement over the present...
Everything slides and settles uncertainly.
word verification: oboih (oh boy!)
I feel like I've just molted -- shed a skin, and now all soft and wet and raw. Can't imagine how you managed it over thousands of miles. Can't imagine how you'll manage it so soon, again.
PMP,
That or needing to move for what seem like compelling reasons to other states.
Moira,
I've moved so many times, I've burnt out completely. I look forward to the day when I never expect to move again. It will be a while yet. Third time in three years hurts.
MB,
Again, I must credit the guitar player. This time for making an ordinary photo of mine into something wonderous strange.
I'd rather be hanging out in that cupboard than the one I pictured in my post. At least, this one is about moving on (or moving to music), while mone is about "moping" away in the closet.
(*O*)
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