we moved last memorial day. and even though almost all of our stuff is now stored within the walls of our new home, almost none of the common living areas have been unpacked. so, effectively we have been in the process of moving for nearly 3 1/2 months now. some might say if i blogged less and sorted more we might be past this "sorting and organizing" portion of our program. however, i disagree. but of course i would.
truth be told, i don't know if or when i'll get the boxes unpacked, but i almost don't care. of course it would be really nice to have some organization. really nice. hmmmm... yeah. really nice.
today i pretty much got a directive from a prophet telling me to let my home be a house of order. guess it's time to re-prioritize. apparently someone overheard my comments about living in chaos for the duration. guess i'll have to change my ways now. officially being called out by a higher power sort of takes the fun out of living in a mess.
oh well... it was nice while it lasted. actually, it wasn't... it was hectic and unsettling. but it's a lifestyle of the past now.
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- robert frost
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- robert frost
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- i don't know how to answer a question like that... "about me". i guess by writing in this blog, i'm hoping that maybe i'll get to know a little more about me and who i have become/am becoming.
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