Everything we own was shipped in early June. The only cds left out of the shipment were simply overlooked, not chosen. For the last several weeks we have had a grand total selection of three mix tapes and the Dennis DriscollTalent Show album.
Since the teenager will only let us play the Dennis Driscoll, this move will forevermore be associated with that whimsical young man and his musings about love, longing, and Ilwaco WA.
This is the last day in our temporary apartment. I need to pack the suitcases once again, coaxing the children to locate whatever precious things they have stashed around the place.
Byron is in Boston, selling our Seattle house via fax from his hotel and visiting as many friends as possible when he isn’t at the conference. He is supposed to come back to England tomorrow, then fly back to Seattle at the weekend, and somewhere in the middle of all this our household goods will have passed customs and we will celebrate the girls birthday with a short trip to London.
Oh, and we have to unpack, start the utilities, get a phone number, arrange internet access, and the kids need to visit their new schools.
Not to mention the fact that Byron has to actually go to work.
Whereas I have to do the final copyedits on the anthology, and finish the memoir.
In addition to my full-time job running a digital media empire.
The idyll has ended and I’m going to be a wee bit busy this week. But at least I’ll have my cds back.