Ghis says don’t let the house become a mess. Choose one spot to pile all the packed boxes. I say, when the packing frenzy begins, don’t forget to eat properly – lots of fruits and vegetables.
The couches are sold and gone and now our big TV is gone to Ghis’s sister’s. Both our dog and our daughter are anticipating the move. Carmanah (our dog) has noticed the boxes and looks at us with big eyes that say, “Don’t leave me behind.” Morgane looks at me with the same eyes whenever I get too close to the door. “You’re not going out, are you?”
One of the problems with packing is getting lost in your stuff. I’m talking about memorabilia. “Look,” Ghis confided last night, “these are the notes I wrote at school when I was bored 25 years ago. On my side, I find a million little things I think Morgane might like to play with or see and then I have to clean them up before I can pack them. No more time for this kind of packing now. Since the cubes are arriving in our driveway tomorrow and we want to fill them on Thursday, we will soon be at the point of blindly launching mismatched items into unlabelled boxes.
And then there’s the stuff we’d like to give away rather than huck. Anyone want an opened bag of oat bran? Well, neither did we apparently. Anyone want a pile of half-used cleaning supplies? A giraffe that acts as a coatrack? An assortment of marbles and beads and pieces from various board games? If you come visit this week, we’ll be busy, but happy to see you. And one thing is certain; you won’t leave empty-handed.