Salad Days

Saturday is spent unboxing the belongings the movers delivered the day before.

This takes longer than we anticipate, and, before we know it, Saturday turns into Saturday night … and the boxes are still piled high. Sunday morning, I get up with the best of intentions, planning to walk to church … but, instead, we find ourselves robotically opening, unpacking, and crushing boxes once again.

By three o’clock, we admit the obvious: no matter how hard we try, we’re simply not going to get the boxes unpacked and the condo set up before I start work on Monday. Worse, we’re exhausted. So: with boxes still stacked around us, we give up and accept John and Jeri’s invitation for a Sunday night salad dinner.

The walk to their place (I’m still amazed that we can walk to places!) does us good, and the salad — packed with mandarin oranges, nuts, and chopped chicken fingers from the nearby Publix grocery store — are exactly what we needed.

Sunday night, I can hardly sleep. On Monday, for the first time in more than five years, I’ll get up, get dressed … and take my place my cube at The Company.