I woke several times thinking of my house. Wondering if I forgot something important. I don't think so but it's too late now if I did. It's strange to be out here without all those lists. I was constantly coming up with lists: pack, mail, give away, sell. And now no more. So now I think of new ones. I think about unpacking, about hauling everything into the new house. How will it all fit, I ask myself? But of course there will be more room and there is actually not as much stuff. I think about where I will put this or that thing, how I will manage the cat dishes. Right now I am keeping Bullet's food and water dishes on the lower shelf of the cabinet that holds the television. It's a nice height and it's out of the way of someone (me) kicking it or someone (housekeeper) vacuuming. I like this idea, having the dishes on a shelf near the floor. But of course my cupboards will have doors and I probably won't want to remove one right away. Of course I could do as E & E do and feed the critters at set times during the day and put away the dishes the rest of the time.
Today I am going to fold all of my clothes, the clean ones, sort it all and repack the suitcase. I have another compact bag I can use for all the extra clothes that I threw into a laundry basket when I left. I also want to take the stuff out of the car so I can rearrange everything and put together those things that are not going anywhere with me this month. Those things I will take to the storage buildings and tuck them in.
Tonight is our "dress" rehearsal. The final rehearsal, the first one with the organ. That's likely to throw us off. But it will be fun to watch and hear this grand new organ for the first time.