I packed, about 20 boxes, maybe more. They are not the most organized people, and are so far into the move that any ability to decide has been demolished. Familiar with the feeling. I demurred about anything they offered that we take, until they asked us to take it to the Get Rid Of pile. Then we accepted a small drawer unit, a small crock pot unit (probably will give to someone at work) and this mug.
Not far in, I sort of wanted to unpack everything and start all over again, so I could organize it all from square one. Instead, I scrounged what bedding and towels I could, used more bubble wrap than I've ever done before, and tried to manage some safety for their delicate stuff. Glad we brought a load of boxes with us. Had to get back for my dentist appointment (just a cleaning) at 1100, they had an appointment as well, related to the move.
I pack really, really, really well. Comes of having moved 23 times, not counting changing barracks. A box is just a tetris game for me. Too bad it doesn't just teleport to the destination as soon as it's full. Oh, wow, wouldn't that be amazing. All packed... poof. All packed... poof!
Cat in the sun.
Tomatoes, they aren't split, so I'm hoping they taste alright.
Yard sale finds, turning the resin sheep into a lamp. Added some color to the dragon, since it was all silverish.
Eleanor on the sidewalk.
Long ago, in another life, I packed to move from Detroit out to SLC, going by train. Some delicate stuff, not mine. When heavy breakables shattered against each other from three days on the train, I was berated for the breakage. A couple of teapots and some blown glass shotglasses. They were worth more than me, to him. That I liked them as well made no difference. I was tasked to pack, then berated for failing to anticipate circumstances I'd never experienced nor imagined. A lesson I've held in my heart. All moves require sacrifices. No THING is more important than anyone's feelings. If you care that much, do it yourself and accept the consequences. Hand it to anyone else, and you throw the dice as surely.
That I got once got angry with Dylan over a moving mishap is a source of permanent shame to me.
Moving sucks.
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Moving is hard work - emotionally, physically and mentally. I admire your taking on that chore for someone else, no matter how much you care for them.
Thank heavens you are rid of the hateful one!
Crow,
It's much easier to help someone else. Much. And very like what I do every day at work, so two or so hours is nothing. Ten hours of packing I would only do for us.
Ah, as I say, that was another life, and I don't think of it much unless specifically reminded. How do I know not to put two fragile but heavy things together loosely enough to bash together in one box? Oh... yeah.
i agree - moving someone else is much easier. as is helping another person declutter. still, do allow the pat on the back. it was a kindness you did them.
i, too, have extensive experience in moving, which is why i declined my mom's offers of various things and whatsits. i have enough, thank you.
i do like the mug - the colour is great!
I agree, packing for part of a day was a great kindness. Nothing like moving to test one's attachment to things. I declined a piano when my mother moved house years ago. I still wonder if I should have paid for it to be trucked over 700 miles. Currently we're shopping for... a piano to replace the electric keyboard we've used for years. We've moved twice since that piano was offered, water under the bridge. I'm sure there's someone in this town who wants to get rid of a piano in reasonable shape.
pc,
If I were closer...
Nimble,
Pianos are tricky items to pass on. Everything in the timing.
I moved from my parent's house into a small apartment with she who later became my wife. From the apartment we moved to a house and from that house we moved to the house I live in now.
So all of my moves can be described in two sentences. I am no expert at packing.
A lovely mug to remind you of a great kindness done .
Nothing , absolutely nothing is worse than moving house .
Yes, it does.
(second pic of Eleanor: "Are you lookin' at me? Well, are ya?"
You're a good person.
I've just read - and loved - your "Happy" post. So happy for you.
S&S,
And it's real pottery, from a place called Azul in Colorado.
Cat,
You know. I know you know.
Pam,
I certainly try to be, but then don't we all? Well, mostly all?
Phil,
Stability is not to be sneezed at. Or upon, that would be unhygenic.
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