Thirty Eight Pounds

Gee, I am exhausted. I feel like after the move, I would need a  vacation. But, better things in the end, better things. I vacillate between packing, shipping, and staring at the wall. And I can't relax, I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes in a daze. I have even tried watching a movie, or reading, but my mind just cannot concentrate enough to comprehend. And because of all this, I am getting cranky. I just need to focus a little bit, and not fall apart at this later stage. It's almost finished. I decided that on the night before we leave, I am going to get a hotel room near the airport so it would be a lot less stressful for my Dad. For the elderly, any kind of change is stressful, and I want for him to be as comfortable as possible. There are so many things to think about right now, and I am scared I will miss something. But I just have to be kind to myself, I can only do so much, I am trying as hard as I can. I shipped today a box full of photo albums, and I am just so happy I have always been the type who took pictures - I have documented a good part of my life. It was good to see photos from our European Tour in 1990 - my last trip with my mom. ANd all the reunions with the gang - starting from the Palm Spring reunion, and the numerous LA and SFO sojourns - they were all there. When I weighed the box, it was 38 pounds of photographs, and I even took the pages out of the heavy photo album binders. A lifetime of memories weighed at thirty eight pounds. 

When it comes to changes,
people like only those
they make themselves.
~ French proverb