Gallon-sized ZipLock Bags

So I am living in an empty shell of a home, boxes and bins everywhere. Lots of little collections thrown into gallon-size ziplock bags (what would I do without those?) good thing there's lots of packing, organizing and final cleaning to do. As much as I hate to admit it, it's pretty boring without easy internet access. It is a chore to have to drive somewhere to get it. I'm disappointed in myself that I'm such a wimp about this. Tomorrow there will be no tv. Reminds me of the time a doctor told me I should go on a diet, start exercising AND quit smoking, all at the same time. I knew right then and there that would not be returning to that doctor. Anyway, giving up home internet, cable tv, and the routine of knowing where all your stuff is when you want it is too many changes all at once.
I'm sitting in my car right now, sipping hot tea and letting the rain come in on me. Both the rain and the tea are comforting. Did I mention that I love my car? I think I have finally faced up to the reality that I will have to sell it In about six weeks. It's the best car I have ever had. I am enjoying all of my time with the car until I have to part with her.

It's really coming down out there now. I rolled up the window so as not to get completely drenched. I love how the rain sounds on car roof, like little dancing pebbles on tin but a bit softer. It is much easier to tell when the rain speeds up, slows down, or retreats to a heavy drizzle when you hear it from inside a car. It heightens the experience. It brings me to otherwise forgotten memories of a cottage on Lime Lake, sitting on the screened-in porch, listening to the rain. Every noticeable slowing of the rain lifted our hopes that we would soon be out on the lake in a rowboat, fishing.
But I'm here, sitting in my car, writing in myblog, listening to the rain, taking a break from packing, doing laundry and organizing stuff in gallon-size ziplock bags.