Eileen and I have been cleaning the house with some toxic sludge. It’s ridiculous. We wouldn’t be doing any of this if we were’nt moving out and renting to someone else. But that’s our dysfunction. We’re dirty people. Once things are clean, we like it, but for both of us the process of putting on rubber gloves, pulling shirt collars up over noses, squinting and turning slightly away as we spray on the Easy-Off or Lime-Away is thoroughly unpleasant. We’d much rather talk about what we need to do rather than do it. What’s up with that? Why do we so often get excited about planning what to do, but not so excited about doing it?
We move out in three days or so. We leave for Ecuador in three weeks or so. I’m pretty excited. Hope that’s not a bad sign.