I had other plans for today’s slice. In fact, it began as a morning slice with the intention to catch up on yesterday’s multilingual trend. Now it’s evening and I feel lucky to just get it done before I collapse into bed. It’s the weekend, right? Time off from work, traditionally. That’s not how the day has turned out.
I thought I had moved over 10 days ago which means now I should be settling in… Only the move is not yet complete. I left things behind and now they are being brought to my doorstep. One load at a time. This is the challenge of dividing a household. So when my partner brought over a load late this afternoon and opened the hatch to his Ford S-Max, I burst into tears.
More stuffed bags and boxes. Academic leftovers, artistic remains, clothing surplus, once-upon-a-time necessities. Boxes in boxes, bags holding more bags; familial and household accumulations that haunt rather than heal. Of course the old place must be emptied. And yes, at one time, even now, these things are/were mine or the boys’. Ownership can be a real drag. I keep dreaming of being done with moving. For now that remains a future state. A dream in (slow motion) progress.
To top it off, I was looking for something. I asked my partner to keep his eyes peeled for my immunization booklet and bring it along if located. I’m scheduled to get my vaccine tomorrow afternoon and finding that little yellow booklet was bold on my to-do list. Although he didn’t find it, he was careful to point out the boxes containing the items I thought it might be among. We moved on to other topics and tasks and I let that urgency go for a bit.
After he left I began to reason through my packing narrative, thinking of where I might have last seen that bright yellow document. Aha, that clear flat box over there, next to the Monopoly box, near the terrace door. Yes, papers, folders – for the car, some health stuff, allergy symptom calendars…bingo! The yellow immunization booklet is found! A medium sized victory to call it a day.