bare walls I’ve got a gag order firmly in place, still, against talking too much about the new place until we’ve got keys in hand (soon. V. V. SOON.) but I can tell you about today: we have started PACKING.
Walls are becoming bare, books are getting commandeered off the shelves to pack amongst brick-a-brack. My dad is here, my trusty right-hand packing man who only complains about the music a little bit every 15 minutes as is his paternal right. The boxes, they’re being numerically entered into a CLIPBOARD (you know I’m loving it), and at the end of each day, the box log and its contents will be entered into the computer and printed up. Packing! You can do it! Computers can help!
There’s something glorious about the first day of packing where everything seems possible and flowcharts are positive and estimates are glowing for completion on time. Ahead of time, even! We’ll be waltzing around neatly stacked boxes by Wednesday! Ha ha hee hee ho ho!
Of course the reality is going to get more back-breaking and less organized every day and I fully expect all involved parties to seriously contemplate deflection and/or the window-expulsion technique of packing. Here, movers! CATCH!
But for now, it’s all rosy possibilities and easy book-packing. Anything you can do, I can do better! Tra la la! And other songs as well.

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