Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
The damage
We have a three-car garage, one-third of which is mostly full of boxes and assorted junk. By stowing the low priority boxes in the garage, I was able to keep the number of boxes in the house to a minimum. That means I really ought to be able to make our house box-free by Monday.
The garage is another story. Back in Oregon, I never did succeed in ridding the RV garage of all boxes. It became an impromptu storage unit. Some of those boxes were simply ridiculous — about half a dozen packed solid with ten-year-old issues of Nature and Science. What, exactly, did I mean to do with them? Cut out the pretty pictures and use them to make mobiles for hyperintelligent infants?
When we moved south, I managed to rid myself of most of that stuff. Things are better now. Really they are! We never could have fit our belongings from 2 years ago into our current space. The guy who moved us said we weren’t all that bad. He could itemize all our belongings on four pages; some families’ belongings fill fifty pages.
Tomorrow, I start unpacking. Tonight, I need sleep.
D.
Pace yourself…you know the drill. You’re doing better than we are with our third garage…it’s still full after 12 years.
Your advice is too late. I already feel sick. Didn’t help that the air quality today was one step above Zyklon B and several steps below cow fart.
You guys have a third garage? I never noticed!