My label machine just ran out of battery power. The Paper/sticker roll is almost empty. Anxiety grips my heart. Dread fills my veins. Will Office Max have the same label refills? Will I need to purchase a new machine? The eyebrows are creased which accentuates the aging wrinkles between my eyebrows . . . .

Hubby has a new job as a Manager Trainee for Bi-Mart. He’s been a Retail Manager for years – but this is how Bi-Mart starts – teaching them the Bi-Mart Way. After 6-9 months they tell him he will need to move to a new store to take on these responsibilities. The thought of moving this summer – if only to the south side of Bend – have made my OC erupt. I have been peeking in the closets and garage these past couple of months – wondering – If we moved – What would I put in a box for the new house and what would I purge? Hmmmm. My ever waking thought is slightly consumed with the process. Each item my eyes lay hold on is being mentally sorted. Long days and evenings are being spent hauling boxes of junk to my truck for a dump run. What little material goods that remain have earned their way into a beautiful clear plastic tub with a lid and a label. Oh the Joy. Oh The Thrill. My tub and label obsession is getting a little out of hand. I just spent this morning re-sorting and labeling plastic tubs in my craft room – just in case there was possibly more I could add to this morning’s anticipated glorious dump run . . . .and then my batteries died. Sigh. Seems like a good sign to hop in the truck and empty it for more space to purge. Pretty soon I’ll have only four buckets in the house labeled "**family members name** Change Of Clothes – ToothBrush".