As a kid growing up, I remember selling Camp Fire Girl’s candy and selling just enough boxes to get my own portable radio. It was red and round in shape with stickers on it to make the dials look like eyes of a face. I was so proud of it and I thought it was the neatest thing. I ran across it when we cleaned out Dad’s house and hoped it still worked, but after putting in fresh batteries alas there was nothing but static. It almost hurt having to get rid of it. But through the years I have had many more radios. Went through the boom box phase in the 80’s. Had a Walkman radio. But now my portable radio stays plugged in most days and I use the CD player more than the radio. But it is sure nice to have it during storm season in the summer in case power goes out.
Now that the business at hand of writing about the prompt is out of the way, let me apologize for being pretty absent this week. I have been assisting a friend moving and the subsequent recovery days from the work of packing and hauling boxes. I think she is pretty much completely out of the apartment now. But she has a lot of sorting to do yet so she will need a little more assistance with putting stuff in or out of storage as she sorts through things. She consistently said she had too much stuff throughout the move and wants to down-size.
It will take me a few days to catch back up, and I probably won’t be leaving a lot of comments to try and get caught up faster. You all know I love your writing, or I would not be following you. So, I will keep plugging away at the posts in between pain pills and muscle relaxers. Enjoy what is left of the weekend! (((HUGS)))
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – portable
I am supposed to be writing about a firewall. All I know about a firewall is it has something to do with computer security. I also seem to remember my ex saying something once about a firewall in a car too, but my memory could be off. Since I don’t know much about a firewall, I will just update you on the move.
HELP! I am still surrounded by boxes! We are making some progress, but with me and my fibro and my boyfriend working, it is slow going. My daughter is supposed to come over this afternoon to help out some. If I could just get one room fully done, I would be happy, but we keep coming up with things we have not found in boxes yet. Oh well, it is a process. If it is only done a box at a time it will still eventually get done.
I know the cat loves the boxes all over to climb so I am thinking of her happiness by taking time to get it all done… LOL!
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – firewall
I’m at a loss. My mind is too filled with packing and clean-up thought to come up with anything for silkscreen. I do have a couple of silkscreen shirts I wear. I remember taking a class trip to an art studio to learn about the silkscreen process. But that is where the thoughts stopped.
We have 6 days to get packed here at the apartment and get the house ready to be moved into… we are not going to be ready at the house I know. Kitchen remodel took longer than expected. We are still without a light and the floor tiles still sit in boxes. The new doors and drawers are still waiting to be made. The shower in the basement still waits for walls. We do have most of the old furniture out so our stuff can move in. I am approaching full panic mode!
So, I hope to be able to stay somewhat up to date on my daily prompts, but if I miss one or two please forgive me for my absence. I will at least try to read posts still as we go through these next few days. Now I must go and box up the winter clothes and then head over to the house to do some more work there… I am approaching exhaustion. Wish me luck!
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – silkscreen
Why do people have to move? It is the silliest and most frustrating thing in the world! I have moved 4 times before and am in the middle of #5. Half of the things you can’t pack until the last minute and then it is the pack until 3 am rush. I overslept this morning and have no ambition today. This is the day to make phone calls for switched services at least, so not a lot of time for that. It is also catch up on laundry day… It is supposed to be a plus having a washer drying IN my apartment. BUT it is in the basement/garage and I am so sick of stars. Glad my new place has laundry on the main floor.
But really why do we move so much? I know people who move every year of college to a different apartment. It is most likely a 4 year run… can you really say you enjoy moving every year? Box it all up, move, unpack, study, box it again, repeat yearly. Maybe it is because I am past my college years so I lack the energy to do such a thing. I just don’t get it. I moved my four times for pretty normal reasons… away from home, into a house with marriage, back home with a divorce, and a place all my own. Now move 5 is to be closer to work in a MUCH nicer place. But really if gas cost weren’t thru the roof… I would be content to stay where I am for a while more. It is not paradise, but it is a roof over my head.
I guess I should live and learn…become a packing pro with another move of experience. …and stop avoiding the situation by writing about it and GET BACK AT IT!