Pray Harder

UPDATE: I  know I promised resurrection in three days.  It’s turning out to be
more like three weeks.  Evidently, dear reader, you haven’t been
praying hard enough to spring me from Purgatory.  What’s that you
say?  You didn’t realize I had so many sins to atone for? 
Hmmph! You have no idea.

Repeat after me: Moving is the Devil!
Let
me just say, in case it has been missed or overlooked, I hate moving.
Getting a new space, a fresh start, a clean canvas–all highly
overrated.  There is no such thing as a painless move.  No
such thing as a move going without a hitch.  No such thing as a
competent moving company.  My only advice regarding moving is
this: Don’t.  

Moving isn’t even good blog
fodder.  Not now, not three weeks ago.  Oh the trauma. 
I’m trying very hard to forget all the drama–no need to rehash it all
here.  Besides, every time I think we are past it, one of us will
have a flashback.  A random box propped in the corner will trigger
a meltdown, "Where the heck did I pack the shower curtain?" Unpacking
boxes is NOT like Christmas.  I know damn well what’s in these
boxes–I packed  them. No surprise there!  So, explain to me
why I still can’t find a stupid shower curtain?  And whose idea
was it exactly to move in the first place? 


But here we are.  And we are making some progress.   We
will be totally out of boxes soon and onto painting.  We
hope.  We think.  We pray.

Pray harder.