Nothing particularly witty or insightful to say here. I've done a bit of packing before I head off to pre-surgical prep and fasting at Innana's flat. I'm enjoying the beautiful fall weather, and will enjoy the drive along the river to Innana's place. I've gotten all the pre-move arrangements done (other than, er, more packing and throwing things away): electricity, phone, rug cleaning, chair repair guy stopping buy, movers, piano movers, etc. While there is more packing to be done, since we're just moving up the stairs, things can be put in recyclable grocery bags (I have oodles from the Red Cross as a platelet donor). Also, I'll have over a week to make the move.
Funny, I'm more worried about the move than the surgery, but that's realistic: the surgery is not some risky venture, and it's completely out of my control anyway. The move is entirely within my control. So it makes sense to obsess about that.
It's a bit shocking though: I have given away over 10 boxes/bags of clothes, thrown away at least 20 trash bags full of miscellaneous stuff, and have given away or sold over 10 boxes of books. My home isn't even beginning to start to look less full o' junk. And I am not a collector of things. We just have too much stuff. I just have too much stuff. I'm trying to imagine if I liked shopping and collecting things what this would be like.
Of course, kids and their toys and sports equipment and books do create a large part of the chaos, nonetheless, it's disheartening to have unloaded so much miscellaneous stuff and still have so much to unload. Or move. I vote for unloading.
Last post until next week sometime.
November 4, 2009
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I completely understand what you mean. I know we took more than three full car loads to Goodwill, and we threw away 20 bags of trash on the last day of moving alone. Yet, in no way does it look like we have less crap now than we did. I still look around this place and wonder, can't I get rid of MORE? Why do we have so much stuff? And I'm not one who purchases as much as your average person, either. Most of what I like to spend money on is consumable (food and wine!). So how does this happen? It amazes me.
Look forward to reading you again soon. Take care.
Kira: My mother (the estimable FoilMormor) has landed and apparently by Sunday I'm going to have a shitload less in ChezFoil. She also approves of the new home, so that's good.
Birdman: I'm back, and I'm bad. Percocet really is a wonderful, wonderful drug. Actually, I'm off the narcotics and just using industrial strength ibuprophen now. And lifting nothing.
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