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After being away unexpectedly for almost a week (more on this mid-move trip later, though it is good to be home--even if "home" will only be home for another week), today I only packed two boxes, but they were intense: kitchen breakables and office supplies. We are paper-plating it the rest of the week. Nothing says transition like paper plates. For some strange reason, they make me want to do arts and crafts. Make a mask out of a paper bag with paper plate ears or staple two together with seeds inside for a noise maker. They make me aware of possibility.

A ho-hum day. Husband refereed seven soccer games at a tournament, while I picked zucchini in the garden, wished the tomatoes would turn, even though I know we have weeks to go and someone else, I hope, will enjoy them. I wrote a to-do asap list on the full length mirror in dry erase marker, emailed, painted a bookshelf, and went for ice cream with N. and I. and Husband. Thought. In love with Carl Phillips and The Coin of the Realm. I've been falling asleep thinking about the new house, arranging the new garden, writing by the window, placing pictures all over the walls.