May 28, 2013
Chicken Kitchen ME Newsletter,Vol. 6, Issue 22
So far, having no for-sure moving helper confirmations is concerning and even a little depressing. A wise soul pointed out that having no one to help you lug your stuff out and down, and in and up means that your friends are old enough to know better than to attempt what I am attempting at my age. Still, I stick to my plan.
The first 15 boxes are labeled clearly, “Chickens and Books.” That sums up the bulk of my non-necessary stuff. It’s a vast improvement from previous year’s moves. The lower number of C&B movables is due to fewer books, not fewer chickens. I parted with as many of those roosters and hens that held no precious memories as I was willing to prior to the last move. Still, it makes me giggle to write the descriptions on lines 1- 15 on my moving box worksheet.
Yes, you read that right. You see, I keep a worksheet list because I don’t pack by room. I use another tact - methodically and carefully pack for minimum breakage. I use the books line the cardboard boxes, covering all 4 sides and the bottom. I use newspaper to over-wrap glass, porcelain, stone, cement and slate chickens and chicken themed décor. Over-wrapping in newspaper is more difficult than ever these days. There are so few real hold-in-your-hands, newspaper readers these days. My youth is lined with memories of rolled and messy new reading material being delivered to my parent’s house. To this day, I never go a day without reading. I read some out of necessity, others out of… well… availability. Words should never go to waste. Giving up books is hard for me. I pass them on to the best of my ability. Sometimes abandoning them in obvious places with a note – please take me home.
Back to boxing; it’s a lot of work. It’s hell on the hands. Cardboard and newspaper simultaneously suck the moisture out of your hands, and provide sliver slices drawing thin lines of blood. I’m going to need some major restorative hand pampering at the end of this event. Still, I like the sense of accomplishment a stack inspires. I also like the feeling that comes with loading up and emptying my car trunk each evening. I do it so I can be proud of myself for following through and the means to and end and doing something that I truly don’t want to. I also really adore the ability to unpack unhurriedly. It takes time to properly decide what goes where. That is what makes a place your own. That is why I always start with the kitchen; my twenty-some years in the making chicken kitchen.
Posted by jaselin at May 28, 2013 01:25 PM