For years I kept journals -- in composition, spiral bound, and French graph paper books. This blog is an attempt to get back to writing and documenting the world around me using photos, newspaper headlines, and other articles.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Packing plateau

I've hit the packing plateau.  It is like moving, I have only the little stuff left -- receipts (do I need to keep these), tourist info, restaurant fliers (do I really need to keep these), and the food in the kitchen. 

I went out shopping after work tonight to pick up a few little things and I got totally turned around.  I got up to Oxford Street and went east, heading to John Lewis.  They carry Anchor tapestry wool and I wanted to pick up a few extra skeins for my needlework project.  Then I wanted to find a shoe store that somebody had recommended that was by Bond Street.  It is a funny street in that in angles southeast.  Found the street, the shop and the shoes.  But the shoes didn't fit right.  I continued down the street and assumed that the next cross street would lead me down to Fortnum and Mason.  But no, it was the wrong cross street and I found myself back at Gosvenor Square. Ahk.  I was 180 degrees off.  And tired, so I continued home and didn't backtrack.

I did have one really cool moment at work today.  I had just approved this guy's fiance visa and we were going through the regular end of interview pleasantries. Me: "Thank you.  You are all set and can go."
Him: "Thank you, you really made my day.  No, actually, you made my life."

So now all I want to do no is drink my tea and get under the covers and channel surf or read.  I don't want to pack or deal with the fridge.  But I do need to figure out if I have to send one more box or if I can cram everything into the remaining space in my suitcase.  I guess my procrastination time is up...

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