I Walk The Line

I love that fine line between deep rest and wakeful sleeping. Do you ever have that? It's restful and rejuvenating, but at the same time it's that line between the wakeful world as it slips into the dream world..where things start out as conscious thoughts but you can still hear everything going on around you...then as you relax things slip farther and farther away and the dream starts to take over but you can kinda steer it in a direction you want..sort of......
yeah..well, I just had that after 2 cups of coffee and a dp. I guess I was really tired, but I didn't care. I can't imagin a better way to spend the day than working in a garden with Adam Lambert while watching my neices catch butterflies and braid my horses tail after which I ride on a unicorn. Nope..no better way to spend a couple of hours.
Almost made my mouth water for watermelon. And I HATE watermelon.

Then again, maybe I've just had too much extra strenght tylenol and generic asprin two years past it's prime. It's hard to say really....

The days are blending again, one into another as I get this house ready for the packout. I had my assessment this morning, it was quick and relatively painless, but we walk the line on our allowable weight limit. I have another meeting with an appraisor on Friday morning having to do with landlords etc...and then on Wed the movers come in and start packing. DH will come home that night and help babysit them the next day and they load the truck on Friday.

Between now and then I have to take my car in to figure out what's wrong with it, if anything. Take the kayaks and trailor to the car wash to be cleaned, wash the tractor down, and start setting things aside that I'll need to live with for the two weeks I live in an empty house...air mattresses, a couple of pans to cook in, bedding, chargers, clothes, etc...
Somewhere in there I need to gather up medical records for myself, my kids and my pets, cancel services, stop the mail...all those little move related things that have to be done but sometimes get waylayed till the last second. Oh, and if there's time, I need to surf the net for some leads on a place to live and plot my trip.

Workouts? Surely you jest! I did have my boys move my treadmill to the living room (what do I care how it looks it's only for a week and a half) and have managed to watch some of my dvr'ed programs while running or walking fast....but the gym? Not so much....

I have two praying mantis babies on my desk in a large clear glass cookie jar sort of container. I feed them aphids and whatever else I can catch. They are about the size of paper staples...I call them Frick and Frack. They're brutal. Frick follows my finger when I place it on the jar and headbutts it trying to bite me. I love his spirit. They fascinate me, and something about the way they tear heads off aphids calms my soul. Too bad I can't take them with me.

That's all I got.