That let me know we're moving. No I don't have big boxes lying around yet... there is the Direct TV reciever all boxed up for FedEx... the woman just couldn't understand that I'd only wanted it for Soccer and now that the Euro cup is over, it's worthless to us.
No, I know I'm moving because when I started to taste hot sauces from Zack and Zane's at the farmer's market a few weeks ago, Z reminded me that we would "only have to move it." When I got home, I looked at the pantry. Time to use that 3 year old can of coconut milk... what'll I do with all that rice that the Sprayberries gave us when they moved two years ago... ship it to Allentown maybe?
This morning I used the last of the conditioner and planned to refill a little bottle instead of a big one so that we can take it with "on the road".
Occasionally, when we look at a map together to plan, I find myself imagining the rouute, sure. I'm also imagining our cooler, full of almond butter sandwiches on hippie dippie bread, local blackberries and pluots, a six pack of good beer to drink in Coors country.
When Z and I go out, I find myself memorizing the faces of my favorite baristas, wishing for a recipe for juevos abrogados, just marking the moment so that we can remember it later.
1 comment:
so enjoy your musings!wish we could wave a magic wand and you and all your "stuff" would be here already!
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