Getting on with one's life

It's Saturday morning and I'm still moving. Moving boxes from the garage to some room in the house. Moving boxes out of the F250 to some room in the house. Eventually, back to the rental to load up the pick up with more boxes to move to some room in the house.

It is a lot of boxes, a lot of stuff, so much stuff, and what I am using to keep the motivation up and the desperation down is not so much that I will soon be over, that it has to be done to be over, but rather, the cowgirl overlay.

With all my different acting personalities, the overlay is more just a changed way of seeing things, seeing myself. "I like the way it makes me feel.". Of course, one of the things that comes with this overlay is drive and determination, such as moving ten boxes before I sit down to type a paragraph that is on my mind. Another good thing about the cowgirl overlay is that in itself, it does not fall decadent paths where entire days can be wasted chasing windmills. Where other mental outlooks might look for attention from the Net, it has a work component. Let's pull on the boots, load up the truck, and go do something.

Another ten (or so, may have lost count, but at least 10) boxes moved and I am back with my tea. I have rescheduled my heavy furniture move for this Monday. There are two things that have to be done at the ranch house. First is making sure they can get through the garage to bring in that heavy stuff. Fortunately, I don't have to empty the entire garage but rather, have a clear passage to the dirt room door. Secondly is to have all the boxes in their various rooms pushed to one side or that side so what goes in there, such as a desk, such as a file cabinet, such as a dresser, such as another desk, can be placed.

The front door has two side windows and one of them is reflected in my doorway vanity mirror, giving the illusion of a 3rd window looking outside. It's very discomforting when it reflects a car on the roadway going by, making it look like just drove by the front of my house, far from the road.

Just it is to hear those noises one can't account for. About 6 am, I heard something like someone doing two knocks on my door; found out later a box had tipped over in the den. Later this morning, hear something like someone outside my garage door but saw nothing out of the bathroom window (the only window on that side of the house). Someone is out there shooting today, it was an echo....or so I hope as I write it off the list. Further, one should not mistake the perking coffee pot for distant rifle fire.

Where do we think about placing our furniture? Ideally, whenever we get a new piece, we should have a place in mind of where it should go. Given the pieces I have inherited, however, they have often gone where they can fit. (The garage pathway is now clear, it will take getting dressed to clear out the truck, so I'm free of moving 10 boxes per paragraph).

So I come to the subject of the heavy furniture move and where it is to end up. A man's (my father's) den desk, a secretary desk (grand aunt's), a standing desk (dad's again), a Brit field desk (mine), a folding work desk (family's since the 60's). Four sets of Indian and oriental floor screens. A Chinese linen cabinet. Professional file cabinet. Three curio cabinets. One bedside table. One good wood file cabinet that could be used as a bedside table. My bedroom dresser. A camphor chest. A sleeper sofa. Lamps. Professional flags. Maybe fancy chess sets, maybe a box TV (being taken but will the movers move them?). Yard elephants. A coffee table. Big rug.

Doing this list because I need to see what's there in my mental eye. On previous sweeps, I've left out the linen cabinet. Just now, I left out the coffee table and the great room rug.
On where to put things, I've left out the work desk.

With something on the back of the mind, it's time to make my coffee and MOVE OUT.

Drive and ambition, it's a cowgirl way.