Two More Tasks . . .

Over the last few days, I've been mixing work days with moving
activities at night. I've got almost everything in the house sorted,
boxed, set apart, and phone calls made for its disposition. I made
arrangements for my bar and bar supplies to be picked up by a
wonderful friend. That was four boxes and three homer buckets
removed from the garage.

The next day, I packed up thirty boxes of non-perishable kitchen
supplies I've been storing. I help run a large, rough kitchen in the
summer for some friends and the kitchen came home with me
this year since I was the kitchen guy. I found a home for it late
last week and arranged to see a dear friend of mine before I
left. My good fortune is that she's also living in a house with
a basement and agreed to let me store the kitchen supplies
there. We caught up a bit, I moved and stacked the boxes,
and we chatted a bit more. It was great to have a chance
to visit since we'll be separated by great distance for so
long.

Major tasks left: moving boxes to my storage locker, making
one last run to my local charity to drop off a few things,
visiting North Carolina on business, arranging for my
tree to be pruned (see next paragraph!), and buying
two suitcases.

The arborist I selected flaked on me, and hasn't returned
my follow-up phone call. I arranged for a friend of mine to
house site while the guy was going to be working, and to
give him a check when he was done. This was all supposed
to happen during my street cleaning day to ensure the
parking spot under the tree was empty. Anyway, it was all
scheduled and my friend came to house sit and sat around
for a few hours waiting for this guy to show up. No show.
I was stood up by my arborist!

Tomorrow is box moving day. Hooray! I walked around
the house this evening and imagined all the boxes gone.
It was easy; it's so easy to imagine now that everything
is ordered. It's going to be stark. There will only be two
last untamed rooms in the house: my bedroom and my
office. I think it's very reasonable to have so much time
to sort out, pack, and transport both. Of course,
I also have some supplies in the kitchen and the loo.
Those should pack up effortlessly.

But tomorrow is the real moving day, where a truck
comes and takes away a load of boxes, furniture,
lamps, flatware, and family mementos. We head out
to the wilds of the exurbs to my storage locker. When
the day is done, the contents of the house
will have moved someplace else, and it'll be just me and
those few of my possessions I think I need most.

After tomorrow, moving out will get easier and easier.