Where was I??

Helloo…,


It's been so long that I forgot how to access my own blog!  Jeez!!  I think one reason I haven’t been writing is that my new computer has a fluke, dammit. The cursor bounces all over the page at random, and it’s really annoying to write even a line or two. I no longer sit down to write calmly – it’s a chore. I have to circle the computer a few times before I actually sit down. How spoiled I’ve become – what if I had to use a quill and an inkwell? I’d not write so much as a liquor store list.

The other reason is that we’ve been shopping madly for a house, and it’s been very time consuming. Our place is supposed to close on Monday, and then we’re scheduled to close on a new place on Tuesday. I may or may not give a forwarding address. Today I packed and stacked about 30 boxes. I’m determined not to pack anything that we don’t actually want, and I refuse to pack dirt, so everything is being sorted, dusted, scrubbed, or in the case of hard-water-stained glasses, soaked in vinegar and then scrubbed. I’m a pain in the ass in that I like a very clean and orderly home -- it’s the closest I get to godliness. Still, I look at those stacks of boxes and wonder, do we really want all that stuff? I’m so full of shit. I can’t recall who said that one’s home should hold only those things known to be useful or believed to be beautiful, but I’d like to choke him right now. Maybe it was Ben Franklin. Or Frank Lloyd Wright. A bullshit artist, I’m thinking. He probably hauled around all his junk from third grade for his whole life just like the rest of us.

Anyway, we looked at a lot, repeat lot, of houses and finally found one that’s pretty darned good. It could not be more different from where we live now, and since I like change (in fact, require change), that’s a good thing. Bill is a good sport with my need for change (he’d gladly live here forever), but I just remind him that at least I’m not changing husbands. It is walking distance from my favorite museum (not just in San Antonio, but of all the museums I’ve seen ever), The McNay (worth a google, really), and very close to the best food market in the city. It’s called Central Market, and they have a loan officer at the checkout line. Their bananas are categorized according to when they should be eaten – yesterday, today, two to three days from now, etc. I never have to think about bananas again. Whew.

And now, here’s my confession. In the interest of packing light, I combined our partial bottles of Crème de Cassis, Razzleberry, and Blackberry Liqueur into ONE bottle! Such a clever girl, but you knew that …
Until soon ... dahlings