Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Moving #4 - What a mess - Still



I am exhausted.


It would be so much easier to either take all of my stuff, just dump it into boxes - and lie to myself that I will decide what I need when I got out west, or I could just dump it all into garbage bags and buy new stuff when I get out there. Either possibility would mean that packing would be quick with little or no thought involved.

But in my attempt to be responsible and organized, I have decided that I will take neither of those two simple paths but instead will look at every single item and decide what to do with it before I pack it into a box. Nothing is ever simple. For example I decided that I don't need a turntable or a VCR. The local St. Vincent de Paul thrift store tells me that they can't sell them so I can't leave them there. I take the VCR to the electronics dump and try to give away the turntable. A week later it is still sitting on my dining room table. I think someone is coming tomorrow to look at it. If they don't want it, I don't know what I will do. I hate the thought of throwing away something that works just fine.

Similarly I no longer need my queen size futon. I am almost giving it away - please just come and get it. After countless e-mails and two postings on Kijiji - I think someone is coming in an hour to look at it. It would be so much easier if I packed up my car and left everything else behind. If I did that I would not have to waste my time thinking about how many pairs of dress pants or long sleeve, button collar cotton shirts do I really need or do I need to bring the heavy crowbars with me and if so, do I need three different sizes?

There are a few obvious problems in going through stuff so methodically. One is that it takes more time and therefore I have stuff already packed in sealed taped boxes. In this process of sorting and packing I have discovered a fundamental rule of nature that within one hour of sealing a box with a mile or so of tape, there is something in that box that is needed. There are also boxes scattered around the apartment. It is getting hard to navigate. I suspect that when the truck is almost loaded, I will find stuff that I did not pack because I did not see it. Sorting stuff means that I have to look at stuff and then make a decision. I have not used the electric blanket since selling the farm (although I have lent it out to two different people), I clearly do not need it so it should be an easy decision to dispose of it but there is that little niggling voice at the back of my head- what if it gets really cold? My mind is exhausted having these conversations with itself.

But the worse part of this process is coming across stuff that I forgot I had. Pictures of trips, me building the canoe, the kids, etc. Do I really need them? Will anyone else? But some of that stuff I just can't throw away - some things that the kids or grandkids have made for me are going west as are far too many keep sakes or knick knacks that have been given to me over the years and some family items such as my Dad's christening cup and my grandmother's button hook. The long and short of it is that I have more boxes of stuff than I thought I would which if nothing else means that I will need to build more shelves when I get out there.

And I am not even close to being finished yet. Don't get me started on having to roll $540 worth of coins,  taking apart the loom or in the midst of this chaos both washing five fleeces and getting ready for a one day show a week before I leave. I never said I was very bright.

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