Unnnhhhh, I'm now 1/12th of the way done moving. I have already reached the stage where I look at something, think for a moment, and then declare, "I don't need that crap." So, I look forward to starting over at the new place with nothing but my tooth brush, my birth certificate, and a pair of suspenders.
I helped Laura move some of her stuff last night, and I was pretty surprised by some of the stuff she bought. While I was unpacking last night, I continually had to stop and wonder if she had mistakenly packed up a lot of my grandmother's stuff. "Hey, what's this?" I'd ask, holding some inscrutable piece of kitchenware up. "It's a spoon plate. You set your spoons on there when they're dirty." A few minutes later, I'd ask again with a new object. "That's an oatmeal bowl," she'd tell me. I didn't question it; I just kept unpacking. Luckily, she didn't want a lot of the stuff so we were able to purge quite a bit. Nevertheless, I'm going to be walking on my tiptoes around the kitchen, lest I eat cereal from an oatmeal bowl and get the hell beaten out of me by someone who knows the difference.
And now, more moving.Posted by Cody at June 15, 2005 8:01 PM