It all started with the brilliant idea I had to pay Danny, running son's friend, to strip wallpaper and paint our bedroom while we're in Idaho. What is this stage of life for, if not to pawn off work on young people and pay them the benjamins so they can afford to go to college and eat junk food and buy concert tickets and whatnot.
Tonight, as I was searching for the copies of my poems that had the notes on them from my writing group, so I could make a pass at the manuscript before I hand it off to my friend for her take on it, I was struck by a series of facts that had that duh duh DUH feel about them, aka, the sound of DOOM:
fact 1: in order that Danny may begin the project of wallpaper stripping, we must create space and maneuvering ability in the room.
fact 2: creation of said maneuverability will entail moving a LOT of stuff out of that room.
side fact: OH MY LORD there is so much stuff. what is the meaning of this stuff? why the stuff?
fact 3: ahem, also, I will need to move my clothes out of that over-stuffed closet.
fact 4: where will I put the clothes? and the furniture? and also the clothes? and don't forget about the shoes.
fact 5: not to mention the dust.
fact 6: and someone needs to choose the paint. and also: go buy the paint.
Ergo, I am awake at 2:45 a.m., writing this and revising my manuscript, and making a long list that attempts to cope with the limited number of days before we leave and the amount of stuff-schlepping that needs to occur, along with various family and social engagements, good heavens.