my my, the boxes

I did the above illustration for Balt Sun a few months back, not realizing it was a little off. With some moving experience now under my belt, I should have drawn three times that many boxes around the woman and her huddled down in the corner, crying-mixing-with-laughing. I would still draw the wine though.

Good grief. Our boxes and furniture arrived yesterday and the poor movers lugged it all up the stairs to our tiny apartment and then crammed it all into any space they could find. It's ridiculous. I know we moved from a house to an apartment, but I didn't realize the apartment was this small.

Look at where I am sitting right now. I can't even turn around! hee. sob.

I could complain a whole lot right now, but I am not going to go there. I have a lot of good things to look at too. (Check me out full of grace... hee!)

* * * * * * * * * Oh yeah, one thing I was going to tell you: All the way down here I listened to Anne Lamott's book on cd: "Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith" I read the book a few years back, but it was great to hear the author read it. Made the drive go quickly... especially chapter 13 on radical self acceptance. Loved that. I have more thoughts on that subject, but am quite in need of a shower now.

And with that in mind, I am ending this post with no apologies for lack of time.