Sunday night. Four and a half days till Moving Day.
I had a surreal moment this afternoon. I decided to do something with the vegetables in our fridge while I still could, so I threw onions, beans, diced tomatoes, and zucchini into a pan and made a very basic impromptu stew with the few condiments that remain accessible (ie: garlic and vinegar but no spices). As the onions were browning, I taped together a fresh box. As the beans were bubbling, I filled the box with cans and containers. Literally: stir the stew, turn around and put a can of beans into the box, season the stew, wrap paper around a glass pasta jar and fit it into the box, taste the stew, tape the box up, label it (box #136) and add it to the inventory.
After the stew cooled, I put it in a container in the fridge, washed the pan, dried it carefully…. and packed it.
Posted by Tamar at August 28, 2005 10:02 PM | TrackBackYou NUMBER your boxes? Wow. Just...wow. The obsessive-compulsive in me adores you.
Posted by: Tiny Coconut at August 29, 2005 09:44 AMWhen Julia and I both moved to CA, our stuff all ended up in our friend Tor's barn. Julia's boxes were like yours: numbered, with lists, like little train cars. Mine were more like Mystery Date. The only advantage of my system is that you're happily reminded of stuff you forgot you owned, though you do still end up asking "I packed what?
Posted by: Chris at August 30, 2005 03:44 PM