And then re-boxing
July 30, 2010 | After catching my breath for a couple of days, I tackled the enormous pile of boxes and corresponding empty shelves. Besides the natural desire to get settled, the Bunch are coming for brunch on Sunday, and a kitchen full of boxes just will not do.
When you pack yourself for a move, you make a lot of why do I have this why would I move it decisions on the fly. When someone else packs for you, they pack everything, whether it ought to be packed or not. Example: a one-gallon container of vinegar with about half a cup left in it. (I buy vinegar in big jugs because I use it to clean the deposits from the teakettle and everything else that comes in contact with the heavily calcified water of Palm Springs.)
First I decided to line all the shelves. I carefully calculated the amount of liner that I'd need, then went to Lowe's and bought a pile of rolls of shelf-liner. Predictably on Wednesday I ran out before finishing the shelves in the laundry room and in the master closet. Argh!
Then I began to open the "kitchen" boxes — unhelpfully, most of them were labeled "miss" [sic]. I decided to get everything out to take stock of what I have before trying to fit it into the cabinets.
And why in the world did I pay someone to pack all this stuff and haul it here?
Obviously, a bunch of stuff had to go, so I reboxed the surplus items for Revivals. They can come next week and get all these goodies as well as the microwave I no longer need (house has a built-in one), the TV I know I won't watch anymore, etc, etc.
After two days of sorting and stowing and culling, the kitchen is back together, albeit in a slimmed down version.
Tomorrow, the office.
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