And so is the Stuff.
I have proof positive:
- I packed eight boxes of books yesterday. That mostly cleared out the bookshelves.
- There are six more boxes of books this evening! And all I did was clean up the final few books off the bookshelf and pick some volumes up off the floor, table, etc. (OK, and pack some magazines.)
- Clearly the boxes are breeding when my back is turned. (It’s almost as bad as that zucchini!)
Since they are obviously trying to sneak up on me, I’ve taken this photo of the looming pile of boxes:
If I should mysteriously disappear, send in the movers’ SWAT team! Beware, there are dangerous boxes here. You could spend a life time reading and not get through all those weaving books/magazines!
I am, however, glad to say that the disorder seems to have peaked. I have shredded most of the credit card offers that were composting on the forest floor. (There is still plenty of leaf litter, but mostly of the recyclable kind.) I have also put away a TON of fabric (handwoven and otherwise), and made a small dent in the giant mass of detritus on the craft table. And I have collected the live-weight-tension loom weights and put them in a box, so I’m no longer tripping over 10-lb weightlifters’ plates every time I cross the room. We progress.
Tomorrow, though, there will be no packing. Mike and I are celebrating our second anniversary tomorrow, at a fancy French restaurant in Mountain View (Chez TJ’s), and I cheerfully hope to be out all evening.
Happy upcoming anniversary to us!