first off, let me apologize for not posting in a couple of weeks. the incipient move (sounds like i am talking about hemmorhoids huh?? .. ummmm wait a sec.....) has been my primary focus for a while, and has absorbed a great deal of my time and attention.
now that the move is literally a couple of days away, an odd sense of relief has set in (strange, considering that i am getting ready to take my ENTIRE LIFE and stick it in a small truck and drive away with it).
still there is a niggling sense that something just aint right.
sort of like in the movies, when the grizzled ol bosun looks at his captain, grimly points at the horizon and says "thar be a storm brewin, captain!!". ya know sunny skies with just a hint of threatning grey at the edge of the horizon.
it came to me yesterday, as i was going over the moving "plan of attack" with the wife (basically watch the kid and stay the hell out of the way). one of the last things on my list prior to actually loading the truck is pack xaviers' toys and then the tv/vsmile (OMFG this is gonna hurt!!)
the mutant is actually going to have to do without tv/games or toys for 2 or 3 whole hours. crapcrapcrapcrap! he is NOT going to be happy (and boy is he going to let us know for every horrible second of that deprivation).
thinking further about that..... i'd rather have elephant-sized hemmorhoids!!
peace
-dawg
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