Apparently there is a wood floor under the boxes. I found it yesterday and made Ellen come over to take a look. It's fascinating. It runs from one pile of boxes across the small open space, to the next pile of boxes.
Yesterday was a miserable/glorious day of sorting boxes that ended with neatly stacked shelves in the garage, boxes all numbered and cataloged, with room to move in the apartment. And an incredibly sore back and low blood sugar brain freeze. I should be giving the guy at the drive through window the update each time I go there for dinner after 9pm. "Hey man, got through the dining room boxes today! Cataloged another 15 in the garage too!"
"That's fantastic, Steve, you're really going to be glad you are using Excel for the cataloging. Remember to select all, then sort the table. Here's the Coke and the fries. See you next week."
There was a moment when I ran out of packing tape yesterday - Yes, I hear you thinking "packing tape? but you're already moved in, aren't you?" and the answer is: big boxes ÷ small boxes = sane closet. Anyway, running out of packing tape. Can't move forward to the next task. Walk down to the grocery store three blocks away for more packing tape, unshowered, crazy "around the house" shirt that looks like an eskimo party shirt, torn jeans with fabric flap on the knee, scowling. And now I'm walking among the happy Sunday afternoon shoppers at Safeway. I think I was quick enough to be out before the manager could catch me. But that was the low point in the day.
Garage sale is a few weeks away, anyone need an insulated lunchbag? How about a tall, thin, bamboo standing lamp? This is the preview sale, any takers?
Lenten pilgrimage to the Shrine of the Most Blessed Sacrament
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My parents took us to Mother Angelica's shrine in AL for Ash Wednesday this
year. It was great. The spontaneity of travelling with my parents...
12 years ago
4 comments:
We can feel your pain! If you want to take a couple months break with those boxes - just stack them up close to the wall and paint them the same color as the walls, you'll never know they're there. And, if guests make polite comments about them, or look at them with a questioning expression on their faces, just discuss the beauty of using 3-dimensional objects in a well designed room. Love, Mom
Well, I'm just wondering if you used the tape to fix the flap in your jeans. I'm impressed at how organized you've gotten. I guess you can never come to my house...ever again. The level of control you have achieved will never happen in my lifetime, so if you'll be crazy here, let me know. I just found a second set of metal skewers (or are they fondue sticks?) in my kitchen drawer that I never knew I had. The kicker would be if you started taking pics on your cell phone and reaching across the drive-through-divide to show the guy your unpacking progress. lol. I'm telling you; you need a perspective shift! Ponder life around you, in the streets, and in the hospitals as people wrestle with living on the precipice of life and death. Think about the tiny bag of belongings that Ghandi walked with, or Mother Theresa. Even after the fire, we were able to catalog most everything without having everything accounted for with stickers and labels. Chill out dude. Go play in the sand for a while. The boxes will be there when you get back. "Sisterly advice is sponsored by, Canon, when you need that great shot, and by Perrier, the unsweet soft drink, AND by, Pringles, open up a can! and by Spam, the happy meat."
I like the questioning expression as people question my boxes. Maybe I'll put a doylie on each one and call the room 'done'.
And yes, digging in the sand might help a little, but there's the boxes waiting for you when you come back. It's a weird balance, where if you try to just live with it, well, you can't. And it hangs over you all the time. It becomes clear when you have to hop over a box to get to the breakfast table, or turn around to fast and knock over a lamp that you left on the bench 'just for now'.
i think it's great. this way you can use everything you have vs. forgetting you have it and buying it again..only to find out you had it and are now taking up space to store 2. maybe i watch that show clean house too much. i love that lady. fast food and doing things that are frustrating = bad farts + headaches. maybe you should eat good ice cream cones to refresh the palate. that = vedy nyyyce.
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