A lot of crap.
I only had one broken item.. my favourite teapot.... English in origin, something I've had for ages and ages.. and the handle broke.
I have coffee, coffee cups, a coffee pot... and nothing to boil water in.
I have stainless and knives, and no plates.
I have a topsheet, but, no bottom one.
My pillows are in Brooklyn.
I brought four lamps.... I've no idea why, aside from the fact I like them.
I have my beautiful pottery HRH bought me from the local ceramics teacher. ALL of my old purses; I don't carry a purse in New York. Shoes, boots, four coats, magnets, two alarm clocks, my feather bed, books, dvd's (I don't have a TV) odds and ends... things to make this place a home.
Tomorrow, I take the Ferry into Manhattan.... I promise not to sing. I have curtains to buy, hangers, something to put my clothes in, and the WeatherGuy thinks I should buy a microwave, since I bought microwave food and have nothing to cook it in.
He's amusing, considering I can't carry a microwave home.
I mean, really.
I should have shipped one, I packed everything else.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
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"DON'T tell me not to . . . !"
Okay, I promise not to sing, either. ;-)
I knew I should have been supervising your processing at the storage unit! Too bad you didn't want any dinner delivered...might have made you think of a pot, a microwave, bubble wrap??? heehee
peter~we'll do a duet
mrs s~i know, i know
I thought of an alternate title for this post: Purses and Maledictions.
*pretending not to hear*
Life is going to be in such upheaval for a while. The sheet mishap perplexes me the most, I think.
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