Anthony Weiner and people like him (and their wives) should just go. away. and. stop. trying. to. be. in. the. public. eye. That is all.
We had book club in the old neighborhood last night, and though I have only been gone for six days, it didn't really feel like home. I guess that's progress. We have been back to the old house nearly every day since we moved, to retrieve a few leftovers and take some stuff to the dump, or put out the trash and recycling bins. It was very nice, however, to see my friends and to be able to sit a while and talk. The last two weeks of my life have been very hectic and that won't stop for a while.
Craigslist and I are becoming good buddies. After selling a console TV, an antique chandelier, 2 clothing racks, a desk and some office furniture, I am now listing a tripod, a chest of drawers, a paper sorter file, a refrigerator and a king-sized mattress set and frame. I have to keep running back to the house to show things, so I am very glad it is only 7 miles away. Today is no exception, as I am meeting a guy there for the mattress set and a woman for the chest of drawers.
We are still awash in unopened boxes, but they are downstairs or in the garage, so it doesn't look too bad in the main levels. One thing I definitely have too many of now is lamps. I didn't want to get rid of any until we moved, because I couldn't figure out which ones I'd want to use here in the new home. It is becoming clear that I can put 3-4 of them on Craigslist soon. Luckily, they will be here in the new home, so I won't have to go running every time someone wants to see them.
In a few weeks, I'll be going to my 55th high school reunion. Sheesh. How did that happen? In my mind, I'm about 28. How is it possible that I graduated from high school that long ago? I'm sure that many of my old classmates are thinking along the same lines as we approach the reunion dates. But the funny thing is, once we are together, we turn back the clocks to 1958 again.....and it "feels so good" as the old song used to say.