...and this is where I sit as we speak (so to speak). Taking a break from packing at 7am doesn't seem so unreasonable after being awake since 4. I lay there for an hour desperately willing myself to fall back into slumber but sleep evaded me.
I am almost done packing up the studio and office. Shared room, don't do that again. Everything is covered in a fine dusting of, well, clay dust.
I chose the studio first because it is the most daunting. You know, Michael's stuff, lots of real thoughtful decision making to do. Most of my time debating how precision this plaster mold is or is this old glass blender top really something that Michael wants (it was). I was determined to finish yesterday and finally gave up at 8:30 to have some dinner and then I promptly went to bed. No wonder I woke up at 4!
As I pack the office this morning I am filled with burning questions.
*Does Michael really need three hole punches and three 3-hole paper punches?
*How many paper clips can one really use?
*If I put all the rulers and yard sticks together can I reach the moon? Or down the block?
*How is it possible to be so hoppin' mad at someone and still love them? (Survival of mankind I assume. And I'm not really all that hoppin' mad anymore. I'm more in the 'Jeeze, Michael you have got way more stuff than me stage.')
The pile o' stuff that you see on the desk is my not paying attention to mail, estate stuff, and show files. It can wait. Look what I have accomplished:These shelves were chock o' block full of Michael's things. Ceramic bisque ware, molds, files, artwork, and antique treasures.
This is Michael's studio table:All the shelves are gone and all of his supplies are packed up. Now there are my plants (moved from the kitchen window so that we could put in the air conditioner) and ceramic art pieces that I am going to use in a back splash in the kitchen (that is my creative treat for when I am done packing).
Today I will be done packing the studio and office.