A Million Little Pieces Of My Mind

The date for our move into our new home is fast approaching…even though we aren't certain what that date is. But it'll probably be either next weekend or the one after. And so, we are packing. I've filled four or five boxes already. Jenny and Zach, together, have packed maybe ten. And Michael has packed about 200.

On the plus side, the boxes haven't cost us too much. The small size is only 67? apiece at the Home Depot down the street. And we have friends who will be moving after us, who have offered to buy our boxes when they're unpacked for half-price.

To document the activity, I took a couple of shots this morning to show the enormity of this undertaking. (Also, taking pictures kept me from having to pack.)

We now have boxes stacked so high we cannot reach all the light switches. The overhead lamp in the family room has been on since the Reagan Administration, or so it feels.

The family room seating is still accessible, but is walled off from the rest of the house. We had hoped this might keep the sound of the TV from annoying John and Rachel so much, but it seems to be amplifying it instead.

In addition to old stuff going to the new house, we have things like cans of paint bought specifically for the new house. We plan to do some painting before we move any furniture (or boxes) into it.

Our pets have found this whole experience to be fraught with distress. Cirrus, the black lab, spends most of the day upstairs, hiding behind a stack of boxes. Amber the shar pei/pit bull hasn't moved off of "her" love seat. Cassie, one of the cats, keeps prowling the boxes. And we haven't seen the other cat, Milton, for a week and a half.

But it will all be over soon!