Pre-Moving Mayhem
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In preparation for Saturday’s big moving extravaganza, I’ve spent the day performing pre-moving activities. I set up a storage unit down in the basement and filled it with half a dozen boxes of author copies; I nabbed all the small, displayable breakables and carefully toted them a la carte to the new abode; and I’ve stripped almost everything off our walls (we have a LOT of art and miscellany on our walls), and moved the bulk of it to a quiet corner of my future bedroom. I also checked the meter settings, recorded them, and sent the results off to the electric company — thereby declaring that we’re willing to assume responsibility for all further electrical usage in the unit; and then I stood in what is not quite yet my kitchen and wondered what the hell I ought to do next.
All this, after spending an hour around lunch hanging out at the doctor’s office for The Annual Unpleasantness. It’s been a day that could best be described as “Brisk.”
Tomorrow, I’ll likely move all of our foodstuffs and most of my clothes, as well as my “office peripherals” (that is, hanging files, rolling cart with drawers, and printer/scanner).* It is my goal to have That Which Must Be Moved set up in such a fashion that our beautiful, wonderful, helpful friends will have the easiest experience possible.
All boxes are labeled with the room where they can be deposited in the new digs. And everything that can possibly be boxed, is boxed.
In my experience, helpful friends find it easier to just grab a box and take off rather than stare around wondering which things are ready to be toted and which things are not. A closed box says, “I’m ready to go, dude. Pick me up and move me.” A stack of personal belongings piled in a corner says, “Maybe someone is still sorting through me, or deciding what to throw away. Maybe this is stuff that’s bound for Goodwill. Who knows? It’s unclear. None of this is in a box.”
Speaking of boxes, mad freakin’ props to Psynde, who has been a life-saver. Day after day, she’s been providing me with clean, sturdy, conveniently sized boxes from Barnes & Noble by the dozens. She is excessively awesome.
Anyway. Aric will be home from work soon, and that means supper — and probably another trip over to the new apartment with the last of our wall items (large, fragile pieces that I saved for last) and maybe another box or two of books. I’m worn out and very, very hungry, so meanwhile I’m going to lounge around and catch my breath for a few minutes.
Have a good evening, everyone.
* It’s easy to move my car back and forth between the apartments during the day, because there’s plenty of street parking. After 5:00 or so, things get sticky up here on the hill. I might as well make hay while the sun shines, or whatever.
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