Six things I might have done this weekend:

1. I almost posted buzzed Saturday night, you know, for old times sake-- but fortunately I wasn't so drunk as to fail to realize that my buzzed post would be heavy on the old and sad and veritably diaphanous on the funny. So, instead I logged into yahoo games and got thrashed in a couple of games of Literati which made me feel like the biggest loser on the planet and then I went to bed.

2. I should've finished packing everything in the kitchen into boxes and then made some inroads on my office, but instead I packed a total of 6 boxes and helped T run one meager load of furniture to the storage unit before I collapsed on the couch to watch a very, very bad British TV DVD.

3. There was a moment when I might've finished another chapter of my sweet novel. I actually opened up the current file and had my fingers poised on the keyboard, but then I thought, I should be packing boxes. And then I thought, I can only ever have two priorities and right now that is working out and packing. And then, when my voice of outrage bubbled up, I quelled it with the thought-- I am doing the best I can. Which made me want to puke because I am not doing the best that I can unless my picture is pasted in the dictionary right next to the word MEDIOCRE.

4. I could've eaten a big bowl of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream Saturday night, but I didn't because I have a five month goal of having The Body Toneth. Of course, my self-congratulations lasted til about noon Sunday when I consumed a bag of carmel corn in a single inhalation.

5. I should've gone for a swim since the weather has been absolutely gorgeous--- stunning Indian summer days-- but instead I sat on the porch smoking cigarettes and saying goodbye to my old (200 year old!) rock maple who I love so very much and who I will miss and worry about that she stays healthy and strong as this once-upon-a-time-small town turns into a fucking golden mile of fast food, car dealerships, and hot tub purveyors.

6. I certainly could have freaked out when I realized I have exactly 7 days left before we move to finish packing and so far I have packed the pottery, paintings, crystal and books. That's it. Holy shit. I really should have freaked out but it would take too much energy and I'm obviously pacing myself here.

One thing I did do this weekend:

1. Became a redneck wife. Yes, that's a photo of Ruby. T's new pick-up truck with a snowplow that is also a DUMPTRUCK!

Let me just say, Eva Gabor in Green Acres has nothing on me--- except for the faux slavic accent and the air-dried blonde bouffant, of course. Even Henry looked away in disgust.

But you know dogs. In the end, all they care about is roadtripping. Although, if you look closely, Henry still has a look of tremendous discomfort as if he is thinking, "they're going to make me ride around in this? In PUBLIC?".

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