…is the name of an old Prince song that only the die hard fans would know. As of yesterday that is how many days we have left in our apartment and how many days until moving day. We’ve been working like crazy on the place, getting floors done, painting, replacing this, fixing up that…etc. I doubt we’ll be done by the end of the month but we can continue to work on it while we’re in there. That’s the fun…a house is a work in progress…as I’ve learned over the last few weeks.
I’m excited but it’s a bit daunting to move your entire life from one place to another. To see your once neat and organized home being dismantled. Boxes everywhere, starting to reach for something and realizing you’ve packed it already. That must only be me. As soon as I put something in a box, label it and tape it up I suddenly need it. No I don’t but I tell myself I do. This is just a little torturous for me.
And through it all I’m still knitting…a little. These poor socks have been on my needles for weeks now. I’m sorry but at the end of the day I can bearly knit a row before I pass out. And I really do have some serious knitting to do. Friends having babies, a very important thank you gift to make.
Just one simple request…more hours in a day please. I promise I’ll never ask for another thing….