Jiminy H. Christmas!

Where is my brain? Good heavens, it's been a strange few weeks. What's new you ask? I feel like the whole world is morphing into something I can't control or recognize.

The other half and I have taken the past couple of days to start the long search through our belongings to determine what will stay; and what will go. Regardless of our moving plans or non-moving plans, or whatever we might end up doing, we do need to downsize...alot.

We've invited friends over to our place on Saturday to peruse our stuff; and make us an offer. We're also putting out flyers tonight to our neighbors; stating that they are welcome to our unit on Sunday for a few hours; to pick through our remaining items. This has all been a bit much for me. I'm not super sad, nor am I totally enthusiastic. However, as the items start to take up more space on our top floor, I'm realizing how much of it has no special meaning at all. It is just stuff. Of course all of the meaningful items will be kept; and perhaps stored. We have a lot of shit to go through. I did make the comment that this would be one of the best rummage/moving sales I would ever have seen; had I been coming in blind. Possibly not very objective, but whatever. We've got some nifty stuff! I do feel a load is being lifted already. Anything we don't sell, we'll take to be donated. We've already decided that any stuffed animals (lots of them) that we can't/shouldn't keep, will be taken to some sort of children's hospital, or something along those lines. I've loved stuffed animals since I was a kid, and as stupid as it is, it's very hard for me to let them go. I feel that they know what is happening, and that just breaks my heart. So, if we can at least get them to some kids that will love them just like us, that will make it a bit easier. I'm a softee...I know it. Can't you accept me as I am?

Went to friends Serena and Lester over the weekend. I got to meet the latest addition to their family; month old Lyric. I'm not a big baby lover, but I'll admit that Lyric was a cutie. She wasn't all red and bloated and misshapen as so many other newborns are...so that was a plus. I also showed the majority of the family (missing was Brittany) the rough cut of French Toast. They all seemed to like it; but I wasn't quite sure how much. Lester said that "it was better than he expected"...and not to "take it in a bad way". I didn't, but I'm still unsure of their final verdict on this first go. Tonight, I meet w/ the first of three possible musicians for the scoring of the film. What's making me angry right now, is that I'm not really excited...I feel overwhelmed by the pending "moving sale", thus I would rather be working on that. Shit, French Toast needs to be done; hopefully before we move (or don't move--talk about limbo).

What a neat, nifty, spiffy update this has been. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I'm currently enjoying my day job. Wait, I'm not enjoying my day job at all...

hmmm.