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verbicideMaking cookies and chatting with friends is much more fun than packing! Sarah and Em came by, we ran to the store for the few things I'd forgotten (and to grab some food to eat) and we came back. Cookies were made (russian tea cakes) and much camaraderie was enjoyed. We even packed a few boxes. And by we I mean Sarah--who has her father's spatial genius, clearly.
So that was a lovely way to spend the afternoon.
Then right as Sarah and Em left, Judy came by. She'd brought over some boxes and packing materials, and we made a quick run to Office Max to buy those lovely lidded letter boxes. And then we came back and worked our asses off. Since I hate packing the kitchen more than anything else, Judy took on that task. I let her go to town; everything's packed. I just asked that she leave the springform pan so I could make the cheesecake, but I managed to forget to tell her to leave the mixer or the grater. So I'm going to buy the nicest dessert I can for Rob and Kelly and fail them on the cheesecake. Doh!
Also, my powers of communication (which are generally quite satisfactory) have gone the way of the dodo. Not only can I not understand basic questions, but I can't complete sentences properly. I either stare blankly for minute before making a sound like, "Urrrp?" or give a completely incorrect answer that is not useful or relevant. It's like the synapses are firing but the aim is quite off. Between a week of no sleep and too much thinking, I believe I'm going round the bend. But my friends are lovely and kindly (and often using smaller words) just repeat what they need me to comprehend.
I managed to pack up the rest of the bookshelves, the sewing machine cabinet, my entire, near-bursting hall closet, and all the knick knacks and photo frames. What remains is a few items in the kitchen, my entire bathroom and most of my bedroom. But that's going to need to wait until next weekend really, because aside from a few things I can pack now, I need everything else. This week I'm going to go through my bathroom and toss out dried up nail polish bottles and makeup that would give me a rash should I ever try to use it again.
Packing early may be a terrific plan for when the time comes to move, but it's going to make living here very sad. But, boo hoo. I'd rather be prepared. On Sunday morning, the 18th, I want to only have my bed clothes to pack up and my furniture to disassemble.
So that was a lovely way to spend the afternoon.
Then right as Sarah and Em left, Judy came by. She'd brought over some boxes and packing materials, and we made a quick run to Office Max to buy those lovely lidded letter boxes. And then we came back and worked our asses off. Since I hate packing the kitchen more than anything else, Judy took on that task. I let her go to town; everything's packed. I just asked that she leave the springform pan so I could make the cheesecake, but I managed to forget to tell her to leave the mixer or the grater. So I'm going to buy the nicest dessert I can for Rob and Kelly and fail them on the cheesecake. Doh!
Also, my powers of communication (which are generally quite satisfactory) have gone the way of the dodo. Not only can I not understand basic questions, but I can't complete sentences properly. I either stare blankly for minute before making a sound like, "Urrrp?" or give a completely incorrect answer that is not useful or relevant. It's like the synapses are firing but the aim is quite off. Between a week of no sleep and too much thinking, I believe I'm going round the bend. But my friends are lovely and kindly (and often using smaller words) just repeat what they need me to comprehend.
I managed to pack up the rest of the bookshelves, the sewing machine cabinet, my entire, near-bursting hall closet, and all the knick knacks and photo frames. What remains is a few items in the kitchen, my entire bathroom and most of my bedroom. But that's going to need to wait until next weekend really, because aside from a few things I can pack now, I need everything else. This week I'm going to go through my bathroom and toss out dried up nail polish bottles and makeup that would give me a rash should I ever try to use it again.
Packing early may be a terrific plan for when the time comes to move, but it's going to make living here very sad. But, boo hoo. I'd rather be prepared. On Sunday morning, the 18th, I want to only have my bed clothes to pack up and my furniture to disassemble.
