The other day I mentioned the baby hats I've been knitting, and I've finally gotten around to taking a picture. They're cute, if I must say so myself!
I didn't have 5 little baby heads sitting around the house to display them (um, ew), so I searched the pantry and found 5 cans instead. Not the perfect option, but it works. In the background you can see my empty bookshelf, except for a small stack of stuff that still needs to go to Half Price Books. I'll get to it this week.
I've made a lot of progress, although there's always more to do. As of this morning I have an airline ticket for Sept. 4th. My brother is coming down to drive my car to Indianapolis, and I'm flying to Massachusetts. In 18 days I won't live here any more. I emailed my best friend, and she and the baby are going to meet me for lunch next week. I've been so frantically busy these last couple of weeks that I've been able to totally ignore what all that frantic busy-ness was for. I'm leaving my home. I've been teary for a good part of the day. I think I just need to put on a really sad movie and get it over with. I know I've been joking that the plan was to keep it together until everything is done and then fall apart spectacularly. I'm beginning to worry that the spectacular even might occur while I'm sitting at the airport, waiting to get on the plane. Or even worse, on the plane. I think maybe it's time to stop being so tough about this. Airport officials get nervous these days when a passenger bursts out in hysterics, even if said passenger has a good reason for the hysterics.