Ruminations

Time... is it on our side, or does it keep on slippin' (slippin' slippin') into the future?

Selling furniture...
     or dolls...
          or books...
               or tools...
                    or clothing...
                         or what-have-you...

is both exhilarating and a bit depressing.  

We know we have to do it, this downsizing thing.  We enjoy the freedom our lives will have when we pack up a little 5 x 8 shipping container.  We like the idea of "starting fresh" when we get there.  I'm a little scared to leave my "comfort zone" of stuff.

My birthday is in three weeks.  I'm hoping to have one last get-together with the friends I've made here.  I know how people are; I'm not expecting a big turn-out.

I bought ingredients for cheesecake and ice cream, to make from scratch, here.  I need to go ahead and do that now, now that the weather is sweltering AND my birthday is in three weeks.

Damn.  Sure feels like the latter.  Do I sound depressed?  Sorry about that - I watched "Les Miserables" this evening, and I think I'm trying to process its appeal.  SPOILER ALERT - Every Damn Body dies!  And even though Javert redeems himself, he doesn't get to sing the big "we're so happy we're dead" finale!  Whaddup wid dat?