Hi All –
Last Monday ( only a week ago at the time of this writing
but by the time you are reading this, who knows HOW long it’s been) my wife
Kathleen and I drove up north to the Sacramento area to help our kids, Dave and
Kelly, prepare for moving. The
date of the move was going to be the next Saturday so there was much
preparation to do.
Dave and Kelly have a 2-year old daughter, Katelyn, who is undergoing
treatment for a serious medical condition known as Aplastic Anemia, which means that her bone marrow is not
producing enough of the cells needed to maintain a viable immune system. Therefore, she needs to be isolated
from most everyone. One of our
main jobs, then, was to be with Katelyn so her parents could prepare for this
move.
As you probably have done yourself, one of the jobs in
packing is to protect fragile collectibles such as you might display on an
étagère. This can be a time
consuming job as each piece brings back fond memories of the event or manner in
which you acquired it. Perhaps it
was a housewarming gift or a present from a well-wisher when you first
announced that you were expecting.
Maybe it was a objet d’art which you discovered in a cozy gift shop
while on vacation and it reminded you of a treasured childhood experience.
Some people collect teacups and display those, other might
collect Dresden plates, or spoons, or thimbles. Dolls are popular as well. Whatever floats your
boat. You’ll notice that most
of the things - - - okay, ALL of the things I mentioned - - are probably
collected by women. Men collect
stuff like back issues of Sports Illustrated”, “Motor Sports”, “Field and
Stream” or beer steins. These are
not usually displayed in fancy display cases. The magazines pile up in a corner until the exasperated housewife
relocates them to the trash can and the beer steins are in a box somewhere in
the garage behind a precarious pile of other unmarked boxes rivaling the Great
Pyramid of Giza.
George Carlin quips that “A house is just a pile of stuff
with a cover on it.” Well, there was a lot of stuff – that’s
for sure.
But I digress.
Our kids had some collectibles and we wrapped those in bubble wrap and
placed them carefully into boxes.
We also wrapped their framed pictures and other wall hangings.
On the Friday before the move, we packed up the kitchen –
all the plates, glasses, silverware, etc. and began using paper plates and plastic
ware. The beds were dismantled and
brought downstairs to be staged in the garage along with bookcases with their
concomitant boxes of books, chairs and other furniture.
On Saturday, the kids rented this huge U-Haul truck and
parked it in front of their house.
And their neighbor’s house.
And THEIR neighbor’s house.
I told you it was long!
Anyway, a lot of young, strong and helpful people showed up and quickly
moved everything into the truck, then reconvened at the new house (located only
a few miles from the old location) and moved everything out of the truck. Kelly had color-coded all the boxes
with colored tape so boxes could easily be sorted as to where they should go.
In short order,
the kitchen was put together again, the bed reassembled, the tables put in
place and the bookcases were installed, after which the people dissipated to go
about their own affairs. What a
great experience!
Have a great week!
Kevin
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And then we were tired . . . very tired. :-)
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