For someone who has a clear penchant for planning and knowing, I sure seem to spend a lot of time in limbo land. I do know where I’m going, as do a select few of you. I’m impressed it hasn’t been ‘leaked’ yet, and you better keep your lips sealed as I aim to have a guessing game in the next few weeks. Groan all you like—I’m up to my eyeballs in chaos over here and blog material is hard to come by.
Anyway, my point is there’s an awful lot up in the air these days including me in exactly 30 days. The good news is that in typing “30 days” I’ve reached my target heart rate for the day. That sound you hear is me breathing in and out of the paper bag that carried home my ‘medicine': 8 family size bars of chocolat noir. That should hold me for today.
It’s entirely possible that I’m overreacting. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t done this before, but still. I have to purge and pack. I have to ditch anything with a power cord attached to it (that’s the first clue about my destination). I have to unload my French blue bubble car and I have to ready the apartment for the new tenants. Plus, there’s the bureaucrazy both here and there to deal with, and I have to try at least 3 or 4 more Swiss wines before I go. A woman’s work is never done.
Of course, all that mundane stuff is what it is—a bunch of tasks that will get done simply because they have to, so no uncertainty to be found in that mess. The interesting part is going off to a place I’ve never been, to a plan best described as vague.
We’re working day and night to secure a new zoo for Rusty and the Giraffe—so far, no dice. I’m waiting to hear back on a very promising job opportunity, but so are all the other qualified applicants. Honestly, Swiss chocolate can only take you so far. They should make pills for this.
I suppose this is what it’s like for all those gangsters who rat out their bosses and then get shipped off to parts unknown. They get on a plane, take the first of many looks over their shoulder, and hope for the best wherever they happen to find themselves. But it’s easy for them, they have the FBI to do all the heavy lifting. All I got is a load of cock-eyed optimism, my cheery disposition and that husband.
So what? I oughta sweat not having no house or no job or nothin’? Fuggeddaaboutit.
ps Have a great long weekend youse guys. I’m taking next week off to catch up on my To Do List. Behave yourselves…