Moving experiences...

It's been five days since I've read comments or written anything on my blog. It's not that I have such a thrilling life and that more interesting events have prevented me from doing so. Right now my life consists of cardboard boxes, tape and labels...and a huge fear that I will forget something, put it in the wrong box when it should be in my suitcase, or mislabel a box which means a panicked game of "treasure hunt" when I finally get to my destination. When I am trying to sleep, I dream (or think) about what is "left to do" and how to arrange the furniture and boxes in my moving container. I have to make sure items don't shift while en route--I wish I could figure out how to keep my body parts from shifting. Now that's an effort that I consider worthwhile. Perhaps I will devise a whole body suit made of spandex that will hold everything in place. The problems attendant to that are: (how do I put this delicately) 1) using the bathroom--old women, especially those who have had an hysterectomy no longer use the term "bladder control" because there isn't any. There is also very little warning when the bladder decides it is "time". Old lady runners have the best chance of "making it" to the bathroom in time. The rest of us are like one maneuver basketball players--all we know how to do is dribble. 2) Then there's trying to peel off the spandex suit when it's time to do anything else--especially on a hot day. Plans must be made. Help must be solicited. Gyrations abound! 3) Finally, there's the emotional upheaval when the "suit" is removed and, once again, gravity wins, hands down (and many other parts as well)! Shifting back to the moving experience--furniture and personal treasures, not my body--I can only give one piece of advice regarding this task: break or strain something and let your children, other family members and friends do the work for you, while you sit in a comfy chair giving orders and sipping a lemonade. Just keep an eye out for the closest bathroom...