I can’t get to work here in our new place until I get rid of some things. So instead of physical labor (I took a header in the garage yesterday when a cart attacked my right heel, and twisted my ankle) I’m motoring through donation sites et al for stuff we haven’t seen for three years.
So, our storage place will take packing “peanuts” and sell them, so I walked a 70 cubic foot (Santa sleigh size) bag of them, tied with string, in heavy winds to our storage place, almost took off! I couldn’t get into our storage space to get our down comforter out because in the move I lost my keys, but that’s done. Then, they’ll take all our broken down moving boxes for customers to pick from. I can’t do that job alone because much more has to go to storage and some must come out as well.
Like my favorite jean jacket. In any case, the more we get out of here, the better I can work getting rid of the remaining boxes. I’d like to actually have a place to LIVE!
Life shouldn’t be about moving and boxes, it should be about watching the seagulls fly by the window, and seeing the water change by the minute. Taking your dog out for a walk. Writing to you on this blog.
Today, I’m power-moving, arranging things that will make our lives easier and get rid of boxes. When I find the camera I’ll take some shots for you of the Lake and the old water tower. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 