and it feels like Time is Standing STILL. The problem is, while time drags on, I can’t seem to accomplish what needs ‘accomplishin’! I pack a box, turn around, and it’s like that one box is the equivalent to “spitting in the ocean!” This is too much for any mortal to handle. Why would anyone take this task on- voluntarily?? It’s like volunteering to be audited! Who DOES this?
My friend wrote me tonight, saying he had volunteered to do just that. My first instinct was to think, “WHY would he volunteer to allow the IRS to go through his books, and his business, UNLESS- he was using his noodle and had figured out how to HIDE what WASN’T showing! What a RISK! I don’t know if what I’m doing is more ‘risky’ than what HE just did- but both situations make me a nervous wreck.
All I know is, the more we pack, the bigger the mess. It just makes no sense. If you PACK your STUFF in BOXES- shouldn’t the mess get less? This is one big oxymoron.
Even the dumpster is full, and laughing back at us, as stuff spills back onto the driveway! Almost like it’s saying, “You’re going WHERE? Ha! WHEN? Haha! Good luck with THAT?”
Bet you didn’t know dumpsters could talk, did ya… and it’s ALWAYS behind your back. I’ve tried turning around quickly, and yelling, “say it to my FACE, you pussy-willow?!” Gets me nowhere.
[…] This post was mentioned on Twitter by Cuppa' Jayne, Robin Marshall. Robin Marshall said: I'm Moving in 26 days! – http://robinmarshallvo.com/im-moving-in-26-days […]