I've been aching and tired since moving all day long every day last week/weekend, packing, lifting, bending, walking, and doing it all again in reverse. My feet, back, and arms still hurt. I only let my sister help me, and she was all I needed. Just we too packed the moving container and unpacked it. Didn't need her husband's help to lift couches, beds, tables, or boxes. We did it. It's a really nice place. We moved to the lowest floor of a three story house in a nice part of town. The people wave as they walk past, the yards are well kept... not much different from where I left, except, when I drive to work, I pass larger, older homes, and don't see graffiti. We had a huge rash of vandalism last month from where I moved.

My bathroom, kitchen, and livingroom are unpacked and in completed order, with the exception of some messes here and there (screws, nails, hammers, etc. ready to hang pictures, cabinets, and spice racks). LF's room is all done, except the 10 or so boxes he has left to go through. They're full of things he can live without and probalby needs to throw them away. We'll sort it later on, one box at a time. My shoes are still in huge bags and my room is full of boxes from the attic. I was wrong. I am not down to only what I need and really want; I have boxes that haven't been sorted in over 15 years. I opened one and found two pairs of wayfarer sunglasses, pictures of my dad, his wife, and her children who came back from the Phillipines (also from the 80s), stamps from letters when daddy was overseas (70s and 80s), beads, a ticket to the Opryland arcade games (that closed in the 90s)... Oy. I feel like I'll never be done, but once I do, I'll be in really great shape.

It's so crazy lately with court dates, moving, work (I'm gearing up for our national meeting in another two months, registration went out yesterday), everything, I forgot to make it explicitly clear to LF not to ride the city bus until we've done our run... but didn't realize I hadn't said so, until I was stuck in the line of cars. I had to wriggle out, park illegally, find the principal who radioed to the police officer on the other side of the building, and they got him off the bus. I shook and cried for 30 minutes thinking about how he could've been stranded in downtown Nashville! The stress of it being his transition from elementary to middle school on top of all the other junk, finally crumpled me. He was fine (he even said, but I'da just borrowed some kids phone and called you, like duh, mom! was implied), but I was down for the count. Better today. It didn't help that I could only partly remember how atomic weights are measured, but after LF asked boss man, they could converse about it well... I found it dumfounding. I didn't know what the little guy knew until my frehsman year of college. He's in 5th grade. He's already outta my league. I don't know how I'm going to "help" him with his homework! I happy he'll do well, but it's a strange feeling for a child to be so much smarter than his parent? I assume it's only going to worsen, but that's fine too.

The nights are getting shorter here and it feels like autumn is about to settle in. Even with it being in the upper 90s/lower 100s. Sounds odd, but the sky looks like it. We're going swimming tonight with only four weeks left of the season. In another month, the leaves will begin changing. It's been a really fast summer. My grandmother, with whom I have always felt a close connection, and I, always felt renewed in autumn; here I am again at a beginning. Guess it was meant to happen now.