IN WHICH WE RALLY, GET A HAIRCUT, AND HAVE OUR EYEBROWS DONE...

I managed to screw up my resolve and get the boxes packed...linen, hall closet, and books in the bedroom.  By my count, I think my library consists of approximately 1,500 books.  That includes stitchy books and cookbooks too, but...eye yai yai I have a lot of books!

(And this is somebody that hasn't purchased a book in at least five years or so!)

After a good scrubby shower and some clean clothes (leggings and a tunic top), I went to see Miss Brandi for the taming of the shrew.  I hadn't expected to have my brows done in addition to a haircut, but it would appear that when I booked the appointment oh so long ago I was feeling sassy.  

(I feel like I lost about seven pounds!)

(Note to self...if you can no longer see out of your eyeballs without pinning both your bangs and your brows off to the side, it's time to think about a little spa day action.)

After I was all spiffy, I stopped by CS2 to make sure it was actually still there and not some crazypants dream that I cooked up in my demented little brain.  Can I just tell you that the moment I opened the door I felt so stupidly happy, and as I wandered from room to room (all four of them) I said "I can't believe I get to live here!" over and over again.  

It's just such a light-filled happy place that makes me feel so very peaceful inside.  I don't know if I understand "energy" type stuff, and I've never been very good at sorting truth from hocus pocus, but there is a good vibe to this new space.  I know that it only had one tenant before me and that he was a single guy that worked for one of the developers, but methinks he left behind a lot of good juju for me to enjoy.  

It just feels like home.

So tonight I will enjoy my new haircut and will drink lots of water and then tomorrow I'm going to have a big day...garage, Christmas decorations, knick knacks, artwork/walls, and what I'm calling "memorabilia".  This is all of the crap that sits at the top of the guest room closet that I haven't looked at in years...stuff from my school days, stuff of Mom's, stuff of Dad's, and all of Stewey's baby clothes.  I think I might just carefully put all of this into a few big boxes and put them in the back of the new closet and sort through it later...like maybe this winter on a cozy Sunday.  I just don't think I have it in me to do it right now.

Thank you...yet again...for indulging me with all of this rambling about the move.  I think that this here blog has been my way of keeping myself organized, but more importantly, it's been a wonderful way for me to "process" everything.

(There's another one of those hocus pocus words that I'm never quite sure of.  Geeze Louise, I'm getting hippy dippy in my old age!  I ferl like Tony Soprano when he's complaining to Dr. Melfi about everybody getting in touch with their feelings and he wants to know what ever happened to Gary Cooper?  A strong, silent type who just got things done without having to talk about it!)

OK...now I'm going to go watch Sopranos.

Happy Tuesday.  I think today marks nine years of me writing this drivel, so I suppose I should take another minute to thank you for the adventure. Oh, what a ride it's been!  I can't wait to see what happens next!