Boxes, boxes, everywhere boxes…
How is it that you can pack and pack, filling box after box, and then look around at a room that looks no less full? Every time I have to move I confront the reality that I need to have a very serious garage sale. Then, each time I confront the reality that I’ve not lived in a traditional neighborhood.
Presently I’m waiting to hear the house is actually mine. Partly an Oregon-thing and partly a Short-sale-thing, I signed all the papers on Friday, but everyone else will sign sometime this week. After that, someone comes by and throws a key at me. No hearty handshake across the table and presentation of the key. Not even a solid enough date to call on friends to help move things on the coming weekend.
Never-the-less, I’m a little bit of a risk taker. Sunday night I ordered the frame for the guest bedroom bed knowing, they’d ship in 24 hours by UPS ground. Their projected arrival is “Friday or sooner.” I gave the new house address for a delivery address. Will I own the house and have a key before delivery? We’ll see!
In the meanwhile, If you’d like to buy a daybed, a 2 ton Copeland scroll compressor or any number of other things I’ll be moving again, let’s talk.
