Time keeps on slipping into the future…..

We sign papers on the new house today. At 1pm.

The house is packed up completely. We each have a small box we are living out of. It is amazing what all you don’t need from day to day.

I wrote 51,794 words for NANOWRIMO. Finishing 4 days before the deadline.

I have a mechanic and a buyer coming on Wednesday for my sister’s green van. So hopefully that will be off my back by Thursday.

Movers come on Friday.

Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future…….

(Thanks Steve Miller)

275 words to go…

Nanowrimo is coming to an end and I have 275 words left until I hit 50,000. I guess the saying, “write what you know,” is true. As I write, the   memories that flood up are strange and overwhelming. I also notice that I struggle around 400 words, then I slow down again around 2,000. Is this just because I am writing full time and not working?

I know that I feel better than I have in a very long time, even with the packing to move to Bellingham. Though I have meltdowns that D3 is super patient with, I know that this is all part of letting go of a very very very very long time doing and being the same.

Change is a bitch. Just sayin’.

Packing is f-ing hard.


Killing me now would only prove to the “Gods of Moving” that they have won. (Box shown is the 5th or 6th Misc. Kitchen box. If you can’t read it, it says, “Don’t Judge ME! I am as worn out as this Marker”. Note to the reader, you know you are tired when you tape a box you packed 30 seconds before and cannot remember a single thing you put in it. )

Things I have learned from this move. Always use enough tape. Don’t be cheap. Get one of those professional tape guns from the get go, and extra tape. There is not a single thing in the world that will be as heart- wrenching as the sound of your beautifully packed box taking a dump in the hallway as you carry it to the stack. TAPE. I AM NOT KIDDING!

Also, use SMALLER BOXES. Your desire to fill the box up you will make boxes that will be too heavy for you to lift, and face it, even if you are hiring movers, you are going to move that mother-fucking box 800 times before you are done with it. Small boxes are big enough. AND Big boxes are not big enough for the things you need the big boxes for. So you end up wrapping all your special things in bubble wrap and push them into a box with the lid open and hope that it gets there safe.

Don’t wash your clothes for a week and then when the basket is full, PACK EVERYTHING ELSE. If you cannot live without it for the two sweaty, stinky, exhausting weeks before and after a move, you are living in a world I do not understand. I think that I have pitted out every t-shirt I own. And I am lazy and not even working that hard!

Keep you bed in tact with clean sheets up to the morning of the move. Then take the edges of the fitted sheet and flip it up and over the edges of your bed, pillows and all. Put it in that stupidly big box you had no idea what to use it for, and then when you arrive, pull your BED BURRITO out, set it on the bed, re-tuck the fitted corners and collapse.

Use your extra coats to make CLOTHING PEOPLE. Take a coat, take a hand full of clothes that are hangers in your closet, put the coat behind the clothes that are STILL on hangers. Then wrap the coat around the clothes, and zip or button the bundle up and the clothes stay on hangers as you either put them in the back of your car, like the dead bodies they are, or into the useful and not so useful wardrobe boxes. I’m fat so I get a lot of clothes into my coats. Which is great and slightly disappointing.

Do not pack at NIGHT. If you can help it, because if you are anything like me, you will spend the night packing and repacking that box you did last in your dreams. Last night I had a box like Mary Poppin’s carpet bag, and it just never got full and I kept thinking, this is not good. But I kept stuffing things into it and was resigned to let the movers deal with it.

And finally, do not try to do NANOWRIMO while you are packing, especially if you are writing a memoire about the 38 moves you have made in your life. It will just get you angry, and the next box you fill you will look at your most treasured thing and think,”If I just dropped this right now, I could save myself the trouble of finding it broken in the box when I got to our new house. ”

At least this is the Devil I Know.


Nanowrimo 2016

nanowrimocrestNational Novel Writing Month.

Working on Nanowrimo and packing for a move means runningdownhill.net is having to have a bit of a break. The good news is that I have people writing encouraging things on the blog, which makes me happy, but the other news is I also have weird spammers making my blogging experience just a little scary.

I did not know you had to mediate your comments section. Which I am finding hard to do when they are in other languages, and they ask me how did I set up my blog, and it is so pretty, just like one they had once, but would I like to update my interesting stories with a better design?

Yep, give me a compliment and then try to weasel a sale out of me. Bad on you using my insecurity and my need for validation to fill your pockets. But also, very clever. Ego, thy name is “easy pickin’s”.

So, I am off to catch up my Nanowrimo after loosing a day to Squeeky, and   two days to the election.

Wish me luck.


2016, you gotta end soon…

This year has been an amazing year. The amount of doors closing, people dying, ends of era’s, and changes that are mind-blowing, has me totally convinced that it’s the end of the world as we know it.

img_2168             But do I feel fine?

That is so hard to gage. This morning I am feeling especially ragged. We had to put our 16 year old kitty to sleep yesterday. Done very caringly by a terrific team of vets, and with such grace and kindness. And yet in my head all I can think is that I killed her. I promised to keep care of her for the rest of her life when I got her as a two year old from a place where she was being abused. In the 14 years I had her I tried to always be kind and loving. But yesterday watching her fight the sleeping injection before the final injection, was brutal.

As we waited for her to sleep and for the doctor to come with the final injection all I could think was what a terrible person I was. D3 kept reminding me she was in pain and that was not a good way to live. But all I could see were her little cobalt blue eyes looking at me with confusion and fear.

When can you ever know if you have done the right thing? This year there are so many important things I am having to make choices about. It’s not that I can’t do it. But this being a grown up is a bitch. And it makes me cry and loose sleep.

All I can do is hope I made the right choice and that she is happier now.

R.I.P. My little Squeeky girl.