Buried under Boxes

I had my second to last trip to Sea-tac Airport today, as I dropped my Aunt Helen off this morning. She was wonderful enough to come for a few days to help me pack. It was a grueling weekend, but fun too. We learned that packing is a lot more fun with music. Now I have 35 boxes all packed and ready to go. Just a few more left. A few things didn't make the cut, so I've been giving away lots of stuff. Plants went to Jason. Booze went to Dan. The hoola-hoop went to Sharalee. Some big t-shirts went to Ciesel, the homeless guy in front of my QFC. He was hoping for men's jeans, but I couldn't really hook him up. I have a big bucket of gesso, if anybody out there paints - I'll give it to you for free! I bet most people don't know was gesso is - it's this white acrylic thick paint that you use as a basecoat for oil paints. I love it! It's thick and goopy. I always wanted to stick my whole hand in the bucket but never actually have.