San Anselmo: Yesterday, Adrienne and I packed our household into boxes. She groaned and complained, claiming she was near wit’s end. Adrienne hates clutter; in fact it makes her crazy.
But just when I feared that she might self-destruct, bursting into flames like those cases of spontaneous combustion, she hit her stride for an excellent flying finish. Kitchen, bath, dishes, and clothing. All in boxes.
In the kitchen, remaining to us we have some cans on a shelf, two plates and cups, two pans on the stove, and a spoon to share. I kind of like it. Life seems simple.
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