When Life Hands You Lemons

I am sitting on the couch. I drank coffee this morning. It did not agree with me. It is 98 degrees out. The humidity is 65%. I need to go back upstairs, clean out under the bed. Try to make room for the movers to come and remove furnishings from up there. You can't walk up there right now. I am out of boxes because nothing really gets delivered on Sunday. Now what am I going to do? I could fantasize some more but it's a bit counterproductive given the scope of work that I need to do.

Instead, I made myself my usual breakfast, made a couple of phone calls, read three sections of the the NY Times, fell asleep, woke up and made myself a bbq chicken sandwich with sliced tomato and left over potato salad, which is always better on day two because you don't have to make it, it's just there. Still not motivated. I think I'm dog tired.

What am I going to miss about living here? The view. Absolutely, the view of the harbor, Eddie's orange dory, the old fishing boats coming and going. But then, I can walk to the pier every day from work and I won't really have to miss the view. I will miss being able to cook dinner in the kitchen and still being able to see the view. I will miss my pot rack. The ceiling in my new kitchen isn't high enough to accommodate one. I will miss being able to walk to work and running into people who are just beginning to recognize me. I will miss my dogs and my marriage.

What I won't miss. The street sweepers and garbage trucks outside the bedroom window at 4 AM. The crowds getting out of the bars drunk at 1 - 2 in the morning. The lack of air conditioning on a day like today. Having to walk up a flight of stairs with 8 bags of groceries and the car temporarily parked, then trying to find a parking space. Maintaining the deck and stairs that are completely peeling and moldy. The baby birds that I find dead on the last step of the house because their stupid parents keep building upside down nests in the telephone/electrical/cable fixture attached to the top of the house. The ever cracking tiles in the kitchen. The fact that there is some electrical problem going on which keeps popping the circuits breakers. The lack of closets, the lack of closets, the lack of closets. Not being able to use my ice cream maker because the freezer won't freeze the insert. The inability to have my own garden. Struggling to trust my spouse. All of these seem sufficient reasons for change.

So now that it's been forced upon me, I'm packing my lemons. Once moved I'm unpacking a pitcher and a squeezer, first thing. Stop over for a glass. Just call me first. I want everything to be picture perfect.