I'm a firm believer that mobile homes were meant to be parked behind schools and used as extra classrooms. Did you ever have to attend a class in a temporary mobile home classroom? Didn't it make you feel like a leper or something? "Maybe if I stop smelling funny and dropping chunks of skin, I will be allowed back into the building."
And what job could possibly be worse than manager at a trailer park? What horrible vocational wrong-turn must you have made to land this gig?
Packing has been a nightmare. This weekend, I will accomplish little else - and will most likely have dreams of how the entire world has moved into cardboard boxes.
For a meticulous person who has a place for everything, and believes everything should be in it's place, (read: mildly OCD) this period of time has been torturous.
And now it's down to the kitchen. The KITCHEN. Who wants to pack a kitchen, ever?
A friend and I attended the movie The Island last night. Scale of 1 to 5, I give it a 3.5... which is pretty darned good. Lots of action, in fact in terms of intensity, it brought back memories of the movie Saving Private Ryan - remember the scene where they hit the beach? Like, 45 minutes of nothing but edge-of-your-seat viewing. There were a couple of scenes that were pretty intense.
The plot (clones being clandestinely harvested for body parts by an evil doctor - 2 parts science fiction, 3 parts metal crunching action) was a little bit of a stretch from reality, but that's what movies are about. It bugs me when critics complain about the lack of reality in movies. Hey, don't most of us attend movies to excape reality for a while? What's wrong with a little fantasy?
Speaking of fantasy, I have added Scarlet Johannson to my "freebie" list.
The morning is beautiful, the sun is shining through the windows and I have coffee. I'm headed outside to enjoy the yard as much as possible before the move.