We
leave for Northern California on Tuesday. I should be packing but
I'm overwhelmed. There's too much to do and I don't see how we'll
get it all done before the movers arrive, so I'm sitting here in
the air conditioning avoiding all of it. It's like 95 degrees here
today, and I sure won't miss that.
I
think I promised you a baby in madras shorts last time.
The
sunglasses one is for good measure.
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Ugh,
moving. It brings out the worst in both Gray and I. I hung up on
him for the first time in my life yesterday because I was so mad,
and then he called back and I didn't answer and he kept calling
and calling until I picked up, and then when I did he yelled at
me. We were the meanest we've ever been to each other and I'll just
be glad when all the packing peanuts are out of my life.
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I
don't figure I'll write again before we go, because it's too crazy.
But soon you'll be seeing pictures of babies on beaches. And dogs
on beaches. The dogs are totally freaked out with all the boxes
cluttering every walking space, so I keep petting them and saying
that soon they'll be jumping in the waves and it will all be worth
it. I keep telling myself the same thing.
