Chaos

Moving on from the pleasure of a coffee break to being in the trenches, and from there to last week's post, "Aftermath," it is possible to vicariously experience some the roller coaster periods of transition in this journey.  This week chaos reigns.  The scripture says, "God is not the author of confusion," but I seem to be!  Boxes to the right of me, boxes to the left of me, clutter afoot, and piles of stuff on the bed and tables...and this says nothing of Ruth's records, derby skates, and other paraphernalia she is trying to sell before leaving.

However, progress is being made.  Now there are six medium sized packing boxes, three of mine and three of the Joneses.  Tomorrow I take them to North Fort Myers for the shipping container offered earlier.  What a life saver.  (Though we are permitted to check three suitcases, who wants to keep up with that in the airport.) Then the stacks of clothing going to new homes will leave.  Next comes cleaning closets, shelves, and cabinets, also the tables, desks, drawers, and anything else that may be in the way of having someone stay here as a house sitter.  Even though the furniture remains,  there is much remaining on the "to do" list for these last days.

This last week is also full of appointments, again.  Some are delightful...seeing friends from art or PRMS or my sister-in-law, but some are just necessary.  Everyday something will take me away from the fun of playing in they mess. :(  Ruth wants to have a garage sale Saturday--that only says "work" to me, but she can do it if she desires.  Monday my son comes down with a van or trailer to pack some items and Ruth's things to head up to his place once I leave on Tuesday.  Ruth will stay there a couple of weeks finishing up selling on eBay before she heads on to her final destination.

A week and a day before leaving, so much to do, yet with all the obstacles overcome thus far, these too will become a matter of record.