All the gizmos are lined up, waiting to be charged. My full length coat, at the shop for repair. The suitcase waits in the closet. All the wools, the silks, the winter garb is clean, pressed and ready. If the ticket was open-ended, I would be out of here. So what that I would be sleeping under a bridge! I would be home.
When will the excitement of the coming departure kick in and help me shake the lassitude that dogs me? Rome has never failed me, expectations are high. At least this time, as someone pointed out, I have something positive to look forward to upon return stateside.
For now, I doggedly work my way through the lists. Paying and pre-paying bills, sorting and parceling out household goods. Taking the unsellable items, the poorly sized clothing, etc to charity. Christmas knick-knacks to auction. List after list. Slow. Tedious. Boring. A lethargy has enveloped me. The excitement of change hovers in the distance. The daily march to the mail box a constant reminder of the slowly approaching future. More maps, more brochures, with more to come and still more planning.
Sooner or later the time will be here and the planning finished. The "doing" will commence. The future is now.
But first, a few days at home. And, that time is coming too...so slowly!
A presto, mi amici!
This is my on line "Collector's Cabinet". It is non-profit and haphazard at best. I leave it to you to sort through and make sense of.The views are mine. The collection reflects some of my interests. But the material must be credited to the vast internet. Otherwise, I never would have been able to amass such a treasure trove. The purpose of this exercise is entertainment, naturally mine, but even more so yours. So, please let me know if anything strikes a chord with you.
Come on Dad, snap out of it. Time flies, you need to get to work on that boring crap. You can do it! Get movin'.
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