You never know how much stuff you have, until you move it!
We’ve just started to emerge from our canyon of boxes. What has slowed us down is needing to spend every spare moment we can at the old house to get it ready for our renter’s arrival. She’s a friend who is moving from Boston to Tucson to work with the University Medical Center (she’s a doctor). She called me up the other day and announced she had sold ALL of her furniture. Why didn’t I think of that?
Well, actually, it’s not the furniture that’s demanding attention. it’s all the “incidental stuff” that got boxed up and moved. It was stacked up to our eyeballs but we could not see what was actually in there. So while we’re opening these little mystery gifts, we run into situations where we need something, but can’t find it.
“Did you see my ___?” “Did we unpack it yet?” “Check the box that had the ____ in it.”
And so it goes. But, Monday night I finally got enough space cleared in my studio (shown to the left BEFORE the clearing) to get out my Rickenbacker 360, plug in to a small amp, and play. What a relief.
Once our friend gets moved into the old place on Friday, I can start to focus more attention on the new house. As the days pass I wil judiciously decide what to keep and what to toss. In a perfect world, I would have made those decision BEFORE packing it all up!
The next big looming task here is the yard. It’s a field of mud. Well, it’s dirt now that will become mud once the “monsoons” arrive in Arizona. (They are really just summer rains but the humidity jumps up and makes the desert feel like the mid-west.) Perhaps I will get around to ordering a couple dozen tons of gravel-size stone to cover the whole thing. Of course, since the builder (or perhaps the previous owner) decided the back yard needed only a 4-foot wide gate, it will have to be dumped beside the house. I will have to invest in a wheel-barrow and spend the time and sweat to move it all manually into the back yard, during the high humidity, Oh joy.