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With my apologies to Ms. Bronte.

I am getting ready to move to a new place.  Again.  This explains my long silence in the blogosphere, together with my new job at this interesting small business startup.  (I have not left the ballet world, gentle reader; I have taken on additional employment because circumstances demand it.)  Remember when I wrote about my concept of Vermont Barbie?  For those who have been asking me what exactly I do for this groovy little company, think Andy in The Devil Wears Prada, except my boss is kind–Vermont Miranda, if you will.  So far I have not been asked to obtain copies of unpublished manuscripts of anything (or else don’t bother coming in).  Much more about all of that later.

For now I must stay focused on moving, which is part of my grand plan to reduce expenses and increase income.  Handsome Chef Boyfriend has helped me stay on task, to say nothing of his tireless efforts at repairing, taping, and painting the walls in my new place, helping me pack and schlep things from point A to point B, and in general keeping the rudder steady as she goes.  Have I mentioned how amazing is this man? <Swoon, again.>  He has also dragged my butt out of bed early on weekend mornings to get crackin’ on this move.  When he left me this morning to head back to his own place, his mandate was this:  spend at least three hours packing today.

It is not so difficult to pack up my downsized things and put them in a new place as it was to separate my life from my ex’s and distill several decades’-worth of stuff into a truckload, which is what I was doing about this time last year, when I was still an emotional wreck.  God, have I been here a year?  Seems I have.  I have looked at my things over and over, still sifting through some of it that was packed hastily and without thinking, on occasion lamenting the absence of a few belongings I elected not to take and are now long gone, and wondering at the logic of keeping others.

Case in point:  dog-eared paperback editions of required high school reading.  Really?  Well, yes.  They still bear my juvenile scrawl–name, phone number, homeroom, grade level, doodles betraying classroom boredom, and prolific notes left in the columns of the text.  These books had not seen the light of day in many years before they were packed and loaded last summer.  And the reality is that I am not likely to crack open the Aeneid and reread it any time soon.

But the Aeneid and others of its ilk have kept my damaged dining room table functional for the last year.  Another item I cling to like crazy because it has sentimental value.  Although it is not what you imagine when you think “heirloom,” it is one of only a few items I own that belonged to my great grandmother Gracie.  Nevermind that it has been repaired and refinished several times, nor that it was missing its expansion leaf and I had another one made for it a few years ago.  Just after my arrival here one of its legs cracked again and is barely holding on thanks to a brass screw that resulted from another failed attempt at repair; it lists dangerously and piteously to one side.  The Unsinkable Molly Brown of tables; soon it will give way to simple physics, and that will be that.  But my trusty paperbacks have kept the table level and functional.  I doubt I have the nerve to set it out curbside, where it would be grabbed up within a day or so, probably.  I will take it with me to my new home, and it will go into garage storage there until I can decide whether it is once again worthy of saving, when I finally have the time and the resources to address it.

For now I thank the giants (and the fluff) for buying me a little more time with Gracie’s table.  And I thank the universe that Miranda is not my boss.

One thought on “Held Up By Giants And Fluff

  1. What a great new job you have! Yummy Yammy is such a cool company. And good luck on your move. I can relate re: the books. Always too many, and always hard to say goodbye, even to the ones I haven’t read in 25 years…

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