Two dogs at the dining room window, wondering why I'm taking so many boxes outside and putting them into my car, only to leave for a short while and return - with no boxes in hand. (This has been going on for too long, their faces say).
You know the saying about packing: the first 90% is easy and the last 10% is hell. I'm in that 10% now, if you don't consider the large pieces of furniture that I can't move myself (and will hire a mover to do so), or the group of things that will go into the Airstream. I'm down to 27 books. That's the best I can do. My desk is piled with...debris, as is the dining room table and kitchen counters. I'm slowly sorting through it - trying not to throw out important documents, but become less sentimental each day (even though I did pack a bird's nest today that has been on my dining room table for awhile, as well as two sunflower heads from when I did my master's degree research).
But I need to take a break from sorting and packing for awhile - and go over the most recent set of houseplans that my architherapist sent me. I looked at them briefly two days ago, but need to sit down and look over them carefully - pretty soon the plans will be THE plans, and the first stage of this will be over. After looking at the plans, I need to start sketching out my landscape plan (a requirement for LEED). Now the landscape plan I'm excited about - having known for sometime that I plan to build, I haven't done some things in my garden that I wanted to - but now that I know (for the most part) where the new house will be on the lot, I can now start thinking about how this southern exposure will change my garden, and what I might do to help the changes along.