After a reclusive, relaxing couple of months, things are going to be a little bit fucked up for the next four to six weeks. We’re putting our house on the market next Friday, which means a whole bunch of packing and shuffling and staging and yard work and flower planting and hedge trimming. Andreas is going to catch the brunt of this work because I’m going to Chicago for BlogHer this weekend. (I’ll be on the Book to Blog and Back Again panel with Lifehacker’s Gina Trapani.) Next Thursday, I’m leading an “Introduction to Social Media Optimization” presentation at work.

Then, the day after the presentation and the day our house goes on the market, we’ll dive into Meadowfabulous, our annual summer campout. (The first annual campout was our wedding, but it’s not really an anniversary party.) Honestly, I’m a little daunted by the prospect of hosting a weekend for 40 or 50 people, but they’re all friends so they all know that I’m sort of a disaster these days and won’t be good for much social engineering. (In fact, maybe less social engineering will be a good thing…) Then it’s off to Shambhala for five days of festiviousness. I plan to get my wasted on.

If we’re lucky, our house will sell during those two weekends we’re away dancing in forests. That would make everything nice and easy. Because I have this surgery thing that I’m not talking about on August 16th, and it would suck to have to skeedaddle out of my own house for the weekend after, while I’m on painkillers and wobbly. Then again, I AM going to try to attend a friend’s wedding that Saturday, so maybe I’ll be fine. I picture myself rolled out onto the lawn in something like this, waving a small fan and noddling off under my lap blanket. Mm: pain killers!

Then hopefully we’ll be moving into our new place on September 1st. They’ve already started remodeling, so I’m optimistic about them staying on schedule. Oh and have I mentioned that the Salon of Shame will be at Bumbershoot on September 2nd? I will probably show up in a Uhaul.

I’m trying to view it all as a cycle of work/release/recovery. But mostly I’m just trying not to lose my mind.