Always eloquent, Jason Robards. He was speaking to raising children, but I'd like to borrow his line for my packing-up-and-selling-off exercise that I call "moving."
I get this question a lot, and I don't mind it at all, The only annoying part is probably my answering of it, because I feel obligated to explain why it is so fun and yet so exhausting all at the same time and, because it Just Won't End.
As this isn't just a regular move but is in fact a process of going nearly-stuffless, things are far different than during any of my previous million-odd moves. It has been fun to give things to my kids and to offer things to friends, like a funeral without the corpse or the crying (please tell me you'll cry when it's my turn). But that brings with it the inevitable 15 minutes of searching for keys or wallet before work -- they were on the desk, back when I had one. Then they lived on the dresser for a week or two but now it, too, is gone. So I moved the "office" contents to the top of the sub-woofer but, alas, sub-woofer is no more (you're welcome, Brandon). This is the new "desk" and it is very exciting for me to have it -- it was gained during the loss of the electronics that it once proudly held.
Luxury! And now I have a place to eat, depending on how many things I have piled on it. Sometimes it looks like its sibling --
-- and it is no easy feat getting my lone-remaining plate onto that madness. The plates might be a bit, um, large.
I was rifling through some office supplies and I came across paperclips. Yes, paperclips. I had a half-dozen boxes of jumbo paperclips (anyone who has ever been self-employed will understand the hoarding of office supplies). Well, I sure don't need to move 6 boxes of paperclips onto a boat. I refuse to throw them away. I'll donate them to work! But, as I think about it, I sure don't want to pack a stapler, so maybe some paperclips would be a good idea. Maybe I'll need them to unclog something or craft a MacGyveresque fish hook. So I'll keep a few. But not in the box, no. In a baggie.
Stupid? Brilliant? I have no idea. I've never lived on a boat before. But I bagged them up and put them into the "office."
Ohhh the office is looking iffy. Why is there a cigar case in it? Thread and needles, though, that makes sense. Sort of. If I can find a needle threader which I seem to have lost. I loved threading needles for my mom when I was a kid, but even with glasses on it seems like a rough task anymore and I have not the faintest clue where the threader might be.
I ate Cheerios as a kid, too, but now I eat them out of this nasty-looking little pot.
Well sometimes I eat them out of that little soup mug but it's so vertical that the Cheerios float up and out and I can't get to the milk and THAT my friends is a problem.
And it is my lone-remaining mug, so it is often in the dishwasher which, thankfully, sits right where it always has.
