March of the Moving

The march continues.
My garage-size storage unit
is nearly full.

Some of my stuff is still to arrive
but the mound
is daunting.

The first time I
threw open the door
I just stood there
and despaired
of ever
ever
EVER
having the energy
or the strength
to empty it.

I have to rally.
It isn't going to empty itself.

So I reflect
back on my childhood lessons.

Lest we forget....

....a robin feathering it's nest

has very little time to rest!

And.....

we ALL know.....

 ...just a spoonful of sugar
helps the medicine go down!!!

So.
I shut the garage door.
Went out.
And I got some ice cream.

A practice I highly recommend.
And while we're losing our mind
to a dairy-high
we find renewed strength
to ponder the tasks ahead.

All the appropriate motivational phrases

come to mind.

Said by a fellow of great influence

and literary note

but I'm not sure he ever

had to empty his own

storage unit.

Just saying.

This, of course is a given.

I'm sleeping on a mattress on the floor

with blankets as sheets

rolled up towels

as pillows

and flashlights

to keep me from tripping

as I walk through rooms.

Clearly

the today I locate my sheets

and pillows

and lamps

will improve my tomorrows

in a big, big way.

Oh Lord.

Honest?

That little

I think I can, I think I can

train

is rolling along the tracks of my

weary mind

but I'm really

not sure I can, not sure I can, not sure I can.

Best I can come up with

would be the $180 bucks 

I'm going to save

every month

when that storage unit

is empty.

That's a harvest.

And yet.

I get tired.

My car is only so big.

My legs are only so long.

And I am an old lady.

Confucius got old.

I think he probably

would have said

"Debbie, it's ok to stop.

And rest.

And maybe have a Bailey's on ice.

Because you're worth it."

I really think he would.

Ohhhh SHUT. UP. Sam. 

And indeed, this is true.

I learned it when I was a mail carrier 

lots of years ago.

I would come in off the country route

where I delivered mail to 500

of my closest friends and neighbors

along a 75-mile

mostly gravel

path

and I would crawl into bed

and cry

because I knew 

I had to do it all over again the next day.

But!

What I learned

is that a great nights sleep

is awesome medicine

and I'd awaken before the birds

to hit the ground running

and do it all over

again.

Thus

I know

I can do this.

I can do this, I can do this I can do this.

And eventually
all these crates
will be empty
and there will be light from a lamp
and a bed that is made
with pillows even
and I'll
finally
just maybe
feel like
I have a home.

One step in front of the other, girl.