up to my eyes in....boxes

I have had a great weekend. There wasn't one particular thing that made it great; it was just a good combination of things. Friday night, we got to go downtown for dinner with some friends. They were setting up the tents for Art Fest so I didn't get to see any work, but the buzz of people around and the music in the air was awesome. (The bottle of wine didn't hurt, either). Saturday was spent mostly packing boxes, happily packing boxes, and hanging out with friends from work. That basically consisted of going to their house, setting up for the cookout, watching all the testosterone leave to pick up the new kiddos' playhouse and running inside when it started *pouring*. About 45-minutes to an hour later, the men returned and were thoroughly saturated (I think we could have wrung them out, not just their clothes). Still, I had fun hanging with Linda and grilling. That was one way I felt like I was being productive. Today, packing, packing and more packing. I've gone through 4 rolls of bubble wrap and filled many a box with fragile items as well as books. I haven't even reached the "damnit" box yet, which makes me very happy because I was sure I would already be there by now. Still have a long way to go, which proves I have too much crap, but that's the fun of moving. As George Carlin said (to paraphrase), you buy a house, fill it with junk so you buy a bigger house to fill with more junk. I look forward to that possibility.