Day 70
Lately I have been Bill Murray. Well, not him but the character he plays in the movie Groundhog Day. If you’ve seen the movie you know what I’m referring to … each day is the same … day after day after day after DAY!
Or so my life seems since I started packing. I’m STILL packing. On box 462 now … even I don’t know how that is possible as I’m selling and giving and throwing away a TON! And if I’m a packrat … then I’m a very organized one because I really don’t know where all this stuff was in my house!
In any case, I get up and I pack … all day … and somewhere in there, if the mood strikes me (which is more than not) I grab a Starbucks and run an errand if I have to and then come home to more packing. I feed the animals and myself and I keep packing. Somewhere around 2am I fall into bed to repeat the process the next day … and the next … and the NEXT.
I know this Groundhog Day effect will wear off in a little more than 2 weeks because that is when I am actually moving and I will HAVE to be done! And then I’ll have Groundhog Day in reverse with UNpacking! But I’m not too worried about that happening as I have a PLAN of action … which is cleaning/painting and a slow unpacking process!
All this repetition has me wondering, thinking while driving (again), thinking while in the shower (again, also) … about people who do the same thing day in/day out for a zillion years until they retire or die. I don’t know how they do it! I need more variety. I always thought I’d do well at a conveyor belt job … but knowing me and my wandering mind I would be thinking about why we don’t have zebras and giraffes in our parks (along with the squirrels) instead of the task at hand. Or I’d be so good at it (yeah, right) that they’d speed up the conveyor belt and then I’d be a modern day version of Lucy and Ethel in the candy company … stuffing whatever I was packing into my shirt and under my hat and down my pants just to keep up with production!
Come to think of it I probably wouldn’t last very long at a job like that … don’t think I have the discipline or mindset. I’m like the little kid on the baseball team in right field – waiting, waiting and waiting for that ball to come my way … and then, OH … a butterfly! And off I’d go watching that and then I’d be daydreaming about flying or caterpillars or what not while the batter hits one past me!
My grandfathers worked in the printing industry for nearly 100 years (total, not each!) … my dad worked at the same company for over 40 years. I am not cut from that cloth. I admire their dedication and wherewithall … I just don’t think I could do it. And yet … I probably could do it, but I choose not to do it. And in thinking, maybe they did it more out of responsibility and not having an option than choice. I’m sure they had many of their own Groundhog Day moments.
And I’m off to have more of my own … more packing!