Sometimes on the weekends, when the movers and their U-Hauls are out and about looking sweaty and tense, I often take a drive around the block just so I can get another look at the action and I take note of the lovely mayhem right there in front of me and I, of course, notice the number of boxes yet to be loaded and I hone in on who in the crowd seems to be the one with the Master To-Do List and I secretly send a big fat GOOD LUCK to that person and as I drive away I envision what the new place will be like and my heart skips a beat when I think of that New Place Newness feeling and how you envision all the BBQs to be thrown and the walks to be taken and after I've covered that in my mind then, finally, I give a blessing for lots of closet space coupled with the ability to put things in their just-right place with ease.
If It Isn't Labeled It Doesn't Exist,
Packy Packerson
Packtown, USA
3 comments:
You made me think of my upcoming move and smile. Something I have yet to do.
Oh, Packy, I hope you have cause to bless me and my hoped-for change in location soon.
That is a beautiful wish for moving folk.
And it's just like you, to notice those things and folks that go unnoticed in a day.
Just beautiful.
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