Singing the Packing Song
Oct. 27th, 2003 08:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jinjiforeLast spam of the morning, promise. I gotta get to work packing!
As an aside to all this house business, I can't believe that I've apparently not mentioned that one of my closest friends is gearing up to close on a house not a mile away from this one. It was one of those strokes of amazing good fortune, and I can't believe that I've not talked about it. Well, probably I was afraid of jinxing the deal, and I hope I haven't done it now. :) Anyway, when Jamie (not to be confused with my sister Jami) and I both realized that we were going to be house-hunting at the same time, we decided to join forces and see if we couldn't manage to live in the same area of town. I went with her the day she looked at the house she ended up bidding for, and I knew that the house I was looking at was in the same general area, but we'd driven around so much that day that it wasn't until I compared the addresses on Mapquest that I realized that we were a mile apart as the crow flies. I'm wondering if that's close enough to qualify for Trading Spaces....
Anyway, Jamie (again, not my sister) and her husband are planning to close around the same time as we are (she actually won the bid on her house the day after ours was accepted by HUD), but whereas we're not planning to move until mid-December, she's going to move that weekend. Needless to say, there's a certain packing frenzy going on in our households. One nice thing is that Albert is able to get good-quality used boxes from work, to the tune of about 30 to 50 per day. Even with all the books, and with both our households moving, I think we'll be okay on the box front, which is often the worst hassle of trying to move.
I have to say that this packing experience isn't nearly as arduous as I remember the last one being. Last time we moved, we threw out what I estimated at the time to be--no kidding--about a dumpster's worth of papers and other miscellaneous crap. So far, I've only disposed of five or six boxes of stuff, and I've already gone through most of the high-crap areas like my desk and the filing cabinet.
I did finally throw away all my bank statements of the last fifteen years, along with my cancelled checks and ATM receipts. I did keep my pay stubs from the early 90s, since the Social Security Administration is under the impression that I didn't earn any money in 1990 and I'd like to have proof to get that worked out, but the rest went bye-bye. Gosh, I hope I don't need that stuff one day.
One thing I found was the receipt for the movers I hired when I moved from Murfreesboro to Nashville some 13 years ago. They charged me $250, and after hauling my books up three flights of stairs in August, the movers politely asked me not to call their company the next time I moved. :)
As an aside to all this house business, I can't believe that I've apparently not mentioned that one of my closest friends is gearing up to close on a house not a mile away from this one. It was one of those strokes of amazing good fortune, and I can't believe that I've not talked about it. Well, probably I was afraid of jinxing the deal, and I hope I haven't done it now. :) Anyway, when Jamie (not to be confused with my sister Jami) and I both realized that we were going to be house-hunting at the same time, we decided to join forces and see if we couldn't manage to live in the same area of town. I went with her the day she looked at the house she ended up bidding for, and I knew that the house I was looking at was in the same general area, but we'd driven around so much that day that it wasn't until I compared the addresses on Mapquest that I realized that we were a mile apart as the crow flies. I'm wondering if that's close enough to qualify for Trading Spaces....
Anyway, Jamie (again, not my sister) and her husband are planning to close around the same time as we are (she actually won the bid on her house the day after ours was accepted by HUD), but whereas we're not planning to move until mid-December, she's going to move that weekend. Needless to say, there's a certain packing frenzy going on in our households. One nice thing is that Albert is able to get good-quality used boxes from work, to the tune of about 30 to 50 per day. Even with all the books, and with both our households moving, I think we'll be okay on the box front, which is often the worst hassle of trying to move.
I have to say that this packing experience isn't nearly as arduous as I remember the last one being. Last time we moved, we threw out what I estimated at the time to be--no kidding--about a dumpster's worth of papers and other miscellaneous crap. So far, I've only disposed of five or six boxes of stuff, and I've already gone through most of the high-crap areas like my desk and the filing cabinet.
I did finally throw away all my bank statements of the last fifteen years, along with my cancelled checks and ATM receipts. I did keep my pay stubs from the early 90s, since the Social Security Administration is under the impression that I didn't earn any money in 1990 and I'd like to have proof to get that worked out, but the rest went bye-bye. Gosh, I hope I don't need that stuff one day.
One thing I found was the receipt for the movers I hired when I moved from Murfreesboro to Nashville some 13 years ago. They charged me $250, and after hauling my books up three flights of stairs in August, the movers politely asked me not to call their company the next time I moved. :)
