All moved…

Now comes the unpacking. I hate this part.

Basically we’re still living out of boxes. If you have seen my underwear there is a reward. I am “going commando” as the kids say today, or “regimental” as those whacky kilt wearing Scotsman like to say.

It seems we had more stuff than we thought and this whole moving twice in 6 months thing is making me very tired. My office is coming along nicely and looking much like NASA’s control center in Houston. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Below is a picture of a work in progress. Eventually everything will be put in its place, books will be on the shelves and wires will be neatly squared away:

This morning I rolled out of bed and went at it again. After putting away my 450+ DVDs and setting up Carol’s computer I headed outside to the dreaded garage. We still had stuff to move from the garage into the house as our helpers (at my urging as I felt sorry for them) left many boxes there. There was so much crap in there that I couldn’t fit the car in. It’s a two car garage and we have a Hyundai Elantra. Yikes! Yes, what you’re visualizing is probably fairly close to reality. I moved all of Art and Jo’s stuff (they’re our landlords) to one side and ours to the other. Then I took what belonged in the garage from the house and vice versa. All this took about four hours, but there were rewards:

REWARDS
– The car is in the garage.
– I got some exercise.
– I have a strong desire to stay in one place for a long while.
– All the boxes the belong in the house are in the house.
– All the boxes that belong in the garage are in the garage.
– I have something to blog.
– I get to have a shower as I smell like a ball’s nutsack (the smell is not a reward).

That’s it for now. I may write more later. Now I have to eat a litle lunch, walk the dog and tackle the living room.