Boxed in

And so the packing continues. I’m at the point where I think I’ve packed things I need because I can’t find them, so it’s the only explanation I will accept. I’m also looking for things I know I have but I can’t find them, but I don’t remember packing them. Like my string of paper butterflies from Peir 1 – certainly not a big ticket item, but they were pretty and added colour to a room. Also, the postcards I promised J. – one minute they were on the fridge, the next, BAM! Gone!

There are also piles of things that haven’t been packed yet because everything they should have been packed with have already been packed. For instance, there’s a collection of knick-nacks on the table behind my laptop, some breakable, some not, which need boxing up soon. The big problems is that all the boxes I have at the moment are huge, so they’ll have to wait until I find smaller boxes.

Also to be done – sorting through the accumulated papers and correspondence from the last two and some years. I have a shiny new shredder to help get rid of the sensitive stuff, and folders to file the rest of it. I need to spend a day on stuff like that, and tomorrow’s looking wide open.

The part of this whole production which is driving me batty is the piles of stuff that are everywhere, from on my bed to all over the kitchen, by the front door, and several spots around the living room/dining room. I want to pick them up, but they need to be packed just not right away, so there’s not much point putting them away if I’m just going to take them out again shortly, is there? (Did that make any sense?)

What I’d like is for someone to come over and help me figure out what’s left to do, and then spend an hour or two helping me do it. Mostly, it’s packing up the rest of the stuff in the kitchen that isn’t food, the bedroom, the bathroom (which is tiny and won’t take more than 20 minutes*), and the books – which, yes John, I am packing, but not until the end!

For now, the biggest decision I want to make is when I’m going to boil the corn I got at the market for dinner, and whether to make peach crisp with the peaches I also got, or to eat the peach pie I brought back. It’s a race too close to call at the moment…

* Famous last words.