So I'm moving

It's been another one of those weeks, or couple of weeks. I mean to write, but then I don't. Just too much stuff going on. Big Band jazz concerts, DC jazz clubs, Mets-Nats baseball, work ... And, what's my excuse this time: I'm moving out of Virginia, away from the cozy North Arlington apartment that has been home for the past 3 years and into SW DC. Packing, moving, setting up a new place is not fun! In fact it's horrible! I detest it! Okay, I'm sure you get the point. I, hopefully we, will survive. This Saturday we move the smaller stuff and the following Saturday a reasonably-priced mover is taking care of the big stuff. Oh how I wish my name were Dorothy and I lived in the land of Oz and owned a pair of red ruby slippers. I guess a white witch is also part of the recipe. Not that I'd want to have my house picked up in a tornado, but I would certainly love to click my ruby slippers together, fall asleeep, and wake up the next morning and have everything taken care of. Unfortunately, life isn't like the movies although if you play the radio while you drive or groove to your tunes at home, at least you can create a soundtrack. That is a saving grace :)Yes, I will survive!