We’re finally, mostly, for sho moved in. What that really means is that all the furniture and boxes are in one house instead of two. The garage is almost solely a storage unit, but there is a tiny aisle you can walk through if you have balls of steel and don’t mind heavy boxes of books falling on your toes.
After so many days of strenuous physical labor, today was quite light. I’ve just been walking around the house placing things here and there. Moving a pile from one side to the other. Picking up a stack from one room and sticking it on a table in that one. The kitchen is almost really done. I found most of what should be in there but somewhere under piles of cardboard boxes full of cables and cleaning products and shoes there is a box of plates. Until I find it, I hope you washed your hands real well since you’ll be holding all your food between your interlaced fingers.
I did find the coffee maker, though. And the bean grinder, which I almost didn’t need since my teeth have been doing just fine. I also found about 25 jars that once held jam, mayonnaise, olives and probably pickled pigs feet for all I know. 25 jars that Joe saved after they were empty because he can use them again for SOMETHING. 25 jars that sat in the cupboard until I got the chance to throw them away. 25 jars with lids, carefully and lovingly wrapped in paper and bubble wrap by my daughter, her friend and her cousin. Two boxes worth. I can just picture them in the kitchen (while I was upstairs rolling bedspreads and sheets into one giant taco roll and tossing it over the balcony) encouraging each other to make sure and take enough of the $115/yard bubble wrap to carefully enclose each and every beautiful inch of the jar that once held creamy white waves of mayo. So we could carry the boxes into the truck. And move them. And carry them again. And unpack them. And then throw them away. Or better, pack them up again and haul them to Goodwill. Didn’t you just say the other day that you wanted 25 used jars? Some still have the labels on them.
But every once in awhile, while rummaging for socks or toilet paper or hand soap or fingernail polish remover (JUST GO TO THE DOLLAR STORE AND BUY NEW!!! IT’S FASTER!!) you find something really important. Something that will make every day from now on so much better. Thanks goodness.
I just gave three large containers full of books away to Habitat for Humanity. They were my treasured books. But, they’ve been in those plastic bins for 8-10 years now without once being touched. Taking up space. I know I’ve pulled my back at least 4 times trying to move the fracking things. So, I just gave them all away. One day I’ll be rich enough to have a library with 20 foot ceilings, but until then? I didn’t need them.
Oh man–that jars thing really hit a nerve. My mother was a jar saver. And my father was a paper saver. I’m still trying to get out from under the DETRITUS of their lives!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I thought only Mormons saved old jars!
If that Joe would like to come to Albany, New York, I can give him one or more of the many boxes of old mayo and spaghetti sauce jars in my mom’s basement. They have lids, and many have labels.
Also available: the rack to a roasting pan discarded in 1992, the paper and boxes that once held possessions moved from Utah to Albany in 1987, pipe tobacco from a pipe that has not been smoked since 1965, fabric from one of two dressers, the prom dress I wore once in 1977, and an entire Time-Life series of books on the great museums of the world published in the 1950s. Just ask!
LOVE the spirograph header!
i liken moving to a hurricane. once it blows over, you have a new perspective on everything.
i have a darth vader pez dispenser but it’s a foot tall. love vader.
I have the entire Star Wars Collection Pez Dispensers. Pez is the shiat. “If I could only eat one food for the rest of my life? Easy, Pez! Cherry Flavored Pez!”