I’ll be going along  just fine, plodding through the moving.  It really is endless. I once wrote a poem about laundry being a  form of hell – everyday you have more laundry to do.  I wrote it when we were in full throttle family mode and questioned whether perhaps I had actually died and gone to hell and this was it?!?!?!

So the packing just goes on.  One more drawer, one more corner of last minute stuff.  I guess I won’t be reading those books until I move, so despite having them next to me bed for months, it is apparently time to pack them!

It seems that everywhere I turn, in a corner here or a drawer there, or in the freezer closet, in my makeup drawer – there’s no real pattern as to where they show up, they just do.  And they stop me dead in my emotionally neutral packing-focused march to victory.  Lego pieces.  A little Lego guy head.  A little leggo sword or knight’s shield. We have a lot of Legos. Yes, have, they aren’t leaving this earth til I do.  And my new home may have a Lego corner – can’t you just see it? A normal height table with a lip on the top so that the legos won’t fall out, and adults can sit and enjoy a beer and play legos.  Sounds like fun to me.

A few minutes ago it was a little Lego hinge of some sort.  It always stops me.  So many legos all over the house when the family was young.  That was one thing that never bothered me in the mess of family life.  I love my Legos!  So I do end up in sort of a sentimental booby trap, envisioning the dining room table full of Legos and kids’ hands making stuff with Legos and I get wistful.

I like the idea of the Lego table, so plan on coming to visit and thinking about what you will make out of Legos.