Stasis

So I thought this was a cute exercise for a while. A way to vent my various feelings about packing, reviewing history, packing and getting on with my life. I never anticipated when I started this that I would still be settled in the same section of the couch surrounded by newspapers, boxes and dirt on September 13.

In a mere 20 days, I depart on a Lufthansa flight for Italy. At some point between now and then, I'm hoping this rat trap gets closed on and I am able to close on my pristine, new oasis. I just don't want that to be on September 30. I have had 3 closing dates already that have fallen through; I have had to postpone the turning on of utilities; I've had to postpone my movers who are storing a bunch of things in their warehouse and I will have to set all of these appointments again. Still with no closing date on the horizon.

In a rash moment of hope, I purchased four bags of different narcissus that I want to plant in front of my new home. I'd also like to plant the climbing rose my brother-in-law gave me before it dies or gets too cold to dig a hole. All these little indications of hope, on my part, dashed by another note from another attorney or mortgage person.

A darling friend keeps bringing me presents. This needs to stop. I don't want to pack anymore. At the same time, I keep buying things I know I will need for the phantom house. Or the trip for Italy. Or my new puppy, Ollie, whom I need to squeeze into this moving equation. To name a few of these purchases, a puppy crate, a cheetah print cozy bed to put inside of it, two feather pillows, a set of towels, dry measuring cups. That kind of thing. Could I live with one set of towels? Of course, but it doesn't seem right to have your guests bring their own.

I have survived the last of my very busy summer weeks. Hallelujah! Yesterday, I ran to the Swim for Life and hugged all my friends who were swimming; then I ran home and made a sign for the back of the car that read "H2B ROCKS" H2B being the Harbor to the Bay Bike Ride. I drove 25 miles to pick up sandwich platters for the riders and cheered them on as I drove the 25 miles back. I stood in the torrential rain and hooted and hollered as they made their way to the finish line. I felt like I had hypothermia so I can't imagine how the bikers and swimmers felt. Then I had my photo taken with the head of the Classic Car Club while they handed me a check for $450. My hair was soaking wet. They want me to get the photo in the newspaper. That ought to be a pretty sight. Finally I went home and put on the most comfortable clothes I had. I slept from 9 last night until 9 this morning.

I want the color palette of my new home to feel very clean and beachy. Hence, the color I have chosen for my new towels. I'm wondering if this is my favorite color. If it is my favorite color, why is it so accessible? Could it be that I saw this color often in last year's decorating magazines and I just think it's my favorite color. Possibly, but I've always been a sea foam kind of gal.