Punching holes

as the moveout deadline approaches, so increases my frustration. half the time i wish we'd never started this particular journey...the rest of the time i visualize the wonderful new home we'll be moving back into. as i wander from room to room...there is just junk left in piles on the floor. some trash, some for the recycyling bin, some i just don't know. this afternoon i need to move the contents of my closet to the new house (like they are going to fit!). i know what i *should* be doing, but the more i ignore the tasks at hand, this easier it is to ignore the reality of what is going on.

but, i do have an outlet for all this inner turmoil. i walk around with a hammer and when i feel like i'm boiling over...WHACK! i punch a hole in the wall. all the walls now have little round holes in them. i also pour little bits of red wine onto the carpet. it's a free for all here; next week it will all be gone.



ran four miles this morning in the fog. tomorrow is the 4th of July. i'm not running the 10K at Spreckels but will go take pictures of our running club huffing and puffing their way through the fields. then home for the final push to get out of here. it's kind of like the last moments of childbirth.