I should have started numbering these packing posts but I didn’t and it’s too late to start now.
This morning Vince and I were talking and he said that when we had packers in MO, they had the whole house packed in about a week. I think he’s trying to start problems, don’t you?
I told him . . nicely, of course:
- I already had all the fabric packed when they arrived.
- There were five or six of them.
- They were young. I’m old!
- They aren’t stopping to cut okra, then wash it, slice it and load the freeze dryer.
- Keep up the laundry.
- They didn’t have to feed the sourdough.
- They didn’t have to make bread.
- They didn’t have to stop and cook dinner, then clean the kitchen again!
- They didn’t have a knitting project that kept calling their name.
So . . there . . now we all know why it’s taking me two months to get packed and it took them a week.
Seriously, I can complain about Vince all I want but he has done 90% of the packing. I usually get frustrated with him because I’m more of a “get it done” type person and he’s more of a planner, then change his mind, then do more planning type person but with this move, he has really packed up a lot. I did pack the fabric and I packed some yarn and then decided . . heck with this. I ‘m leaving it in the tubs. If the tubs get busted and I have to buy all new tubs, then I’ll get them all alike and I’ll be happy.
If I ever mention moving again, someone please tell me NO!!
Chad said there was some talk that he might be off next week. I said “I know something you could do!” . . thinking he could come here and help us. He aid “I could do that” but I wouldn’t dare have him do it. He’s been gone way too much and he needs to spend time at his house with his family.