I’m walking in circles. I pick something up, walk around with it and put it down. I stare at a bookshelf and think, where should it go? Furniture and stuff is scattered around the new house. A bench, chairs, lamps, a fan, and boxes of books. I know they all go together, I just can’t figure out how. And this is only a tiny piece of it all. On Saturday the rest will come, then every room will be full. I know like a puzzle or a quilt it will all eventually come together. But right now, after a day of driving back and forth from one house to the other with car loads of stuff, meeting with the bank, planning a show with Nancy and Mandy (Saturday December 8th, I’ll write about it more later), taking care of the animals (Rocky and Simon are working it out no matter how it looks to us) and getting a couple hours of work done in the studio, I can’t imagine how.
I’m heating up some frozen burritos in the oven and one of those rogue chairs is in front of the fireplace . We got a small fire going and a bottle of wine in the dining room. I think I’ll ignore the furniture and boxes begging to be put in their place and call it a night.