I'm Never Moving Again

Except of course, I will, when it's time for me to reenter to the world of homeowners. But that is two to three years off. Meanwhile, I'm packing in a frenzied manner, knowing that I will never be able to lift any of these boxes (that's what movers are for). My DVD/VCR player died yesterday, so I threw it out. I won't buy another until the move is OVER. The rugs will be delivered to the new abode once cleaned. I've thrown away in excess of 20 bags of trash, given away more than 10 bags of clothes, and sent to McKay's for store credit more than 10 boxes of books, and I'm still trying to get rid of stuff.

And I don't like to shop. Stuff just accumulates. Part of it, of course, is kids. The musical instruments, the sport equipment, the arts supplies. Part of it is being a bibliophile on the cusp of bibliomania. Part of it is the knitting stash. Okay, the two guitars (classical and twelve-string), piano, and cello take up some space too.

But really, I have one tv, haven't bought any new clothes in over a year, don't buy the girls much other than books, but my home overflows. Does anyone want a juicer? I was given one by SNV and Ex-Marine Fred from the magic basement. I've never used it, so it's going. Same with a blender that could be fixed with a minor repair, but I don't have the time or energy. Every tupperware type container that doesn't have a matching lid has been tossed. Every lid that doesn't have a pot or other container has been tossed. Any clothing I haven't worn in the last year? Given away. Any clothing needing mending that hasn't been mended in the last year? Tossed. And I'm still packing. And I've really been packing all month with just a minor hiatus for surgery.

Of course, I can't throw away most of my knitting stash, patterns, music books (guitar and piano), regular books, and CDs and tapes. But really, everything else? Fair game.