Vive le Toot

So it occurred to me that the day I officially move out of Davidson Street -- July 14th -- is

BASTILLE DAY!!!

Appropriate, non?

Does my deposit check having been cashed confirm my move? It's official all the way to the bank, as far as I can tell.

I haven't actually implemented any evacuation procedures, but here are some of the plans which have at least been taking shape in my overwhelmed brain:

-Get rid of even MORE clothes and shoes

-Push the tall dresser Shayna offered me (already in the room) into the closet (her idea) and store my foldables in it

-Buy 2 huge CD wallets and transfer all my disc-bound mediae into them, storing the cases in cardboard boxes on the top shelf of my new closet (a project that can be undertaken at Shirley's house when I'm stuck there for 3 days straight from July 4-7)

-Purchase under-bed plastic storage containers for papers, stationery, office supplies, fabcocks, sentimental old notes from Mamobs, et cetera

-Ship Suzanne's big wooden chest, dollhouse, and several of our grandma's paintings to Vermont (Suzanne has already provided $200 to this effect)

-Take with me my small dresser, two small bookshelves which will primarily house BOOKS (imagine!), and find a smallish but comfy armchair and ottoman on craigslist to position in front of the giant window and thereby be able to bask in dappled sunlight in my own quarters

-Leave ebay-sellable items in Matty's temporary custody

-Have a giant effing yard sale at Davidson Street for the rest of this junk sometime in the latter half of the month

-Proceed to have a nice life!

Does that sound like it will work?

It's getting hot and foul in the IE after a month of blessed "June gloom" and I'm so glad I won't have to spend another suffocating, vermin-infested August here that I can hardly believe it's really happening.

And tomorrow it's Patti LuPone, Mandy Patinkin, Baker's burritos, and Adrian. And afterwards, I'm driving him home to Santa Monica and taking my evening exercise at the sun-setting beach instead of underneath the dim fluorescent lighting of the San Bernardino gym. It shall be my last day of leisure for a good spell. Wish it well. That would be swell. Or my name isn't Isabelle.