The picture to the right is Stormie, as she takes advantage of the reusable grocery bags on the floor!
We are in the process of moving. It all has to be packed and ready to go by 8 a.m. this Saturday September 8th. So far we have more than half the house packed, but there is a challenge… we keep running out of boxes. It’s sad, I have become a dumpster – diving fiend looking for my fix of boxes on a daily basis. They are far and few between and when one comes upon a plethora of uncrushed full sized boxes it is like finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Today we came across all shapes and sizes in the back of the Rite-Aid. Oh how joyful one is when there are many boxes to be found – and especially when they are clean and made from heavy-duty cardboard. I have become picky in my quests… They can’t be too big, or too small, they need to be just right. My mother-in-law found a bounty of them in back of a pet store over the weekend, she said some had a weird smell. I didn’t care since we gave those to my 16 year old – his room already smells funny to begin with so no harm, no foul.
Stores don’t just have boxes out in the open like days gone past. When my brother was moving last year he actually got stopped by a city policeman. He was given the option to put all of the boxes back or get taken to jail for stealing city property. Apparently once the boxes are out back, they belong to the city refuse department. My brother chose to put them back, although at that point during his move he really gave it some thought whether he wanted to be arrested – at least he would have had a good excuse for not packing for a few hours.
Which brings up another subject – The excuses people come up with when they don’t want to help you move. I guess you really find out who your true friends are when the subject of moving comes up. I am amazed at how many of my friends were going to be ‘out of town’ this coming weekend. Even when I just mentioned we were moving, without giving a date, most of them told me they would be out of town. Hmm, I smell a conspiracy, or is that the boxes from the pet store? Other people had similar excuses – too busy, wedding out of town (convenient), and other such excuses.
But I digress… So a box huntin’ I will go, again tomorrow and then whatever we have at that point will be enough. We get the keys on Friday, move in on Saturday, and clean the old place on Sunday. Busy weekend, but after it’s all said and done – it still is a pain in the backside. Then it’s putting things away and trying to remember who packed the silverware and didn’t mark the box!
True story, happened a few years ago. Took us six weeks to find the silverware, since a certain mother-in-law wrote “Tupperware” on the box that contained one piece of Tupperware and our silverware. I actually let her pack the silverware today, after I checked to make sure it was properly labeled. Ahh, the joys of moving.
What are some of your experiences with moving? Any memorable stories?