Saturday, tomorrow, is the big move.
That's where I pack up my tired-out suitcase and move into my rented house.
Then I'll go to Walmart where I'll buy a cheap mattress, a pillow and a comforter and that will have to suffice as a bed until I can move my stuff here. As Fat Clemenza noted, sometimes you gotta go to the mattresses. I'll also buy a cheap lawn chair so I have a place to sit.
Slowly I turn, step by step.
That's two awesome movie references in a row for those counting.
I'll take photos through the weekend and post them to show you my cute little abode and my mattress on the floor.
I don't have my cooking equipment yet so my food preparation will remain limited. Thankfully, I'm a damn-near chef when it comes to frozen pizza. I do have a little saute pan and a two-quart pot so I see a fair amount of pasta and omelettes as well.
As someone who has moved too much, I already know the shopping list of a new place. First and foremost is a shower curtain and rings to hold it. Then a towel. Soap and shampoo (the latter of which will now last me a millennia). A garbage pail and bags. Plastic silverware and paper plates. Plastic cups. Gin. Tonic. A bag of ice. Those little tiny bottles of wine, enough for one glass. Pizza cutter. Eggs. Salt and Pepper, not the rap group but the spices, not the girls but the real spices.
I'm sorry for the lapse in blogging but the post I wrote earlier in the week disappeared from my computer and blah, blah, blah excuses. Life is intervening more now as I have one. There were times in the past year where the one blog post each day was all I had.
And while I'll be home alone now at least there's a home.
Peace and a third movie reference unto all of you my brothers and sisters.