We’ve now reached the point where sold (or packed/disassembled) household items are no longer the ‘fat’ of our lives, but some ‘muscle’. In other words, stuff that we actually used day to day is now either unavailable or gone. I can still cook dinner (fewer pots) and connect to the Internet (laptop), so I’m OK, but things sure feel different.
Yesterday the Microwave cart and TV (and components) each went to their respective purchasers. Today we took apart my office desk, and the desktop computer, screen, peripherals and other attachments also had to be taken apart so they could be moved of it. It took a long time and we had to clean a lot of accumulated dust, fur and sticky residue. Everything in this house eventually gets a bit of a sticky film over time, probably from cooking food. It’s funny (and a little sad) to see remnants of Socrates (and perhaps even his sister Steffi, although she’s been gone for much longer) show up as little hairs and balls of dusty fur in the corners of furniture and at the bottom of table legs. Socrates loved to lounge on my desk while I worked, and left much of himself in the seams over the years. Those cats lived their entire lives in this house, and when we leave, it won’t be just memories of them we leave behind, but lots of genetic material. Probably not enough to clone a cat from, but certainly enough to make any person with a cat allergy react. I hope the new tenant is not allergic to cats.
There are boxes everywhere, in every room. The bedroom is flanked by large garment boxes. The room that I used to call my office consists now mainly of small boxes and scattered computer and peripherals. The first floor is dominated by a pile of boxes and other items where the piano used to be. It’s a good thing, too. In 19 days, the truck pulls up and the moving company guys load all of those boxes. In the meantime, I’m also packing for our trip to France. Probably won’t be able to blog from there, but I’ll update when we get back, for sure.