Just A Note...

I hate moving, and we are moving. Finally going to our house in Nebraska. We've had this house for probably ten years. Ten years Art has been preparing  to retire in this place. Ten years I've been putting it off in my mind figuring that I'd deal with it if and when it happened. I'm not sure if this was denial or just living in the moment, but it's happening now, and we are packing. 


We've lived here around 21 years. I don't consider myself a hoarder, but really were did all this stuff come from? 
I've always kept a journal, but I'm amazed how many I have. I  just keep finding them. And then there are the notes...Notes to myself of course.


Notes with conversations I have had with my mom, my grandchildren, my sons. 
Notes from a sermon
Notes that are patterns,many without names, not sure how I planned to make them
Notes that are prayers, prayers that are notes 
Notes that are to do lists
Notes that are lists of things done 
Notes that are blog posts 
Notes that are recipes 
Notes from Vanuatu 
Notes that are doodles


And it goes on and on....
I've thrown away a few trash bags, but I can't possibly throw all those notes away because after all I plan to write a book and I could use some of those notes, and now I will finally have the time. 
That is if I ever get moved. 


Stay tuned.....