Big City Move

This time tomorrow I'll be on the plane to New York, praying Bailey-dog is OK in the cargo hold and that I can tip my taxi driver enough to at least help me get my bags and the dog crate inside the front door of the apartment building.

If you saw my house right now you'd think "No way this chick is outta here tomorrow!" but it will happen. I shipped some stuff up to NY yesterday and have several more boxes to go this afternoon. The rest has to go to the storage unit. That, unfortunately, has to be left to daughter Kate and the nephews. Hate to do it to 'em, but oh, well.

It's been a week of goodbye lunches and dinners. Good friend Lynne gave me my last Piedmont Driving Club dining experience for a while. And the world's best group of friends threw a wonderful, fun, yummy party for me Wednesday night. They turned the tables on me and did song parodies about me, for a change, and I left with some lovely parting gifts, including a generous gift certificate for theatre tix, a fabulous set of NY guidebooks, and a stunning Isaac Mizrahi silver trench coat (chez Target) - suitable for my theatrical evenings. Last night I celebrated with the family. With sister Cindy's impending move to California (can't believe I'm making it out of town before her!), it was especially poignant.

Changes, changes. But great, good changes. Am I a lucky duck, or what?

That said, Shorty PJs will have to take a break for the next few days while I await the shipment of my desktop to the big city. Sigh. I promise a big update once I'm up and running again. In the meantime, I invite you to go back through the archives to make sure you haven't missed anything along the way.

Kisses from Atlanta. Kisses to Atlanta. I'm outta here!