Need a new plan. Let's pretend the movers come tomorrow, and that I'm already in a motel somewhere. Pack bathroom, pantry, kitchen, miscellany. Live on take-out. Either go up the Pecos River for an afternoon, or do the much-postponed next issue of the Santa Fe Poetry Broadside, or in fact do ANYTHING besides drifting from room to room mislaying things, listening to Pandora Radio and not taking care of business.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Packing Purgatory
Wandering in circles, close to the end and never finishing. Reading one book after another, a problem since the endless supply broke when I ditched the rest of my life as a Santa Fe librarian. Need a new plan. Let's pretend the movers come tomorrow, and that I'm already in a motel somewhere. Pack bathroom, pantry, kitchen, miscellany. Live on take-out. Either go up the Pecos River for an afternoon, or do the much-postponed next issue of the Santa Fe Poetry Broadside, or in fact do ANYTHING besides drifting from room to room mislaying things, listening to Pandora Radio and not taking care of business.
Need a new plan. Let's pretend the movers come tomorrow, and that I'm already in a motel somewhere. Pack bathroom, pantry, kitchen, miscellany. Live on take-out. Either go up the Pecos River for an afternoon, or do the much-postponed next issue of the Santa Fe Poetry Broadside, or in fact do ANYTHING besides drifting from room to room mislaying things, listening to Pandora Radio and not taking care of business.
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