Lost
I don’t know why we bothered moving our stuff when we moved to a new house. It would’ve been easier to throw it all away and buy new stuff. Too much of our stuff is still packed in boxes in the garage, and inaccessible if we need it. We may never get around to opening some of those boxes, but at least they’re already packed for the next time we move.
Some things were worth moving, things that are frequently used and large enough to be easily found in the garage. Our vehicles are good examples, although our truck is not currently in the garage due to all those boxes. Furniture was generally worth moving too, although we still have a cabinet stranded in the garage beneath the weight of allegedly valuable housewares.
We never should’ve bothered with some of our dog stuff, though. Somewhere in the garage is a box containing a dog brush. This is a useful tool for keeping our longhaired dog clean. It also picks up loose hair and helps keep our fabrics clean since she sheds her body weight in fur on a weekly basis. After a couple months of swearing I’d find it one of these days, I realized our dog’s fur was a matted mess that left a coat of white fuzz on everything she touched. I gave up, bought a new brush a couple weeks ago, and am slowly recovering the canine I once knew.
There’s a similar story with the dog’s leashes. She has two of them. I haven’t seen one since we moved, so maybe it’s stowed away with her brush. The other leash we used when we moved her, and we’ve used it to inflict her on the public several times since then. I know it’s in the house somewhere, but darned if I can find it underneath the dearth of allegedly valuable housewares that we’ve moved into the house, unpacked from boxes, but haven’t figured out where to store them yet.
Figuring a leash is too important to go without for long, I gave up and journeyed with the family to the big box store yesterday to buy a replacement. We found it quickly, decided we needed to do more to make the trip worthwhile, and wandered the store.
We mysteriously wandered into the toy section, and discovered many toys were clearanced. After a little browsing, we found cheap toys suitable for birthday or Christmas presents. We bought a train table minus any train paraphernalia, so we’ll be prepared when the kids are ready to drag us into the monetary black hole of toy trains. We bought an oversized racetrack with three cars, which leaves two for the kids to share while I play with the third one. We bought more play food toys whenever Abbie decides to play with her kitchen again instead of leaving the accessories scattered outside as lawnmower landmines.
Even though we don’t need any presents until the boys’ birthday in late November, we have a closet full of toys. We may be crazy* for buying them now, but there are advantages. The prices are lower. The kids are still young enough that we can buy presents right in front of them and they won’t realize what they are. There are fewer shoppers to compete with. Most importantly, we still have plenty of closet space left to store presents since we haven’t put most of our stuff away yet from the move.
* Sleep deprivation will do that to people.
Some things were worth moving, things that are frequently used and large enough to be easily found in the garage. Our vehicles are good examples, although our truck is not currently in the garage due to all those boxes. Furniture was generally worth moving too, although we still have a cabinet stranded in the garage beneath the weight of allegedly valuable housewares.
We never should’ve bothered with some of our dog stuff, though. Somewhere in the garage is a box containing a dog brush. This is a useful tool for keeping our longhaired dog clean. It also picks up loose hair and helps keep our fabrics clean since she sheds her body weight in fur on a weekly basis. After a couple months of swearing I’d find it one of these days, I realized our dog’s fur was a matted mess that left a coat of white fuzz on everything she touched. I gave up, bought a new brush a couple weeks ago, and am slowly recovering the canine I once knew.
There’s a similar story with the dog’s leashes. She has two of them. I haven’t seen one since we moved, so maybe it’s stowed away with her brush. The other leash we used when we moved her, and we’ve used it to inflict her on the public several times since then. I know it’s in the house somewhere, but darned if I can find it underneath the dearth of allegedly valuable housewares that we’ve moved into the house, unpacked from boxes, but haven’t figured out where to store them yet.
Figuring a leash is too important to go without for long, I gave up and journeyed with the family to the big box store yesterday to buy a replacement. We found it quickly, decided we needed to do more to make the trip worthwhile, and wandered the store.
We mysteriously wandered into the toy section, and discovered many toys were clearanced. After a little browsing, we found cheap toys suitable for birthday or Christmas presents. We bought a train table minus any train paraphernalia, so we’ll be prepared when the kids are ready to drag us into the monetary black hole of toy trains. We bought an oversized racetrack with three cars, which leaves two for the kids to share while I play with the third one. We bought more play food toys whenever Abbie decides to play with her kitchen again instead of leaving the accessories scattered outside as lawnmower landmines.
Even though we don’t need any presents until the boys’ birthday in late November, we have a closet full of toys. We may be crazy* for buying them now, but there are advantages. The prices are lower. The kids are still young enough that we can buy presents right in front of them and they won’t realize what they are. There are fewer shoppers to compete with. Most importantly, we still have plenty of closet space left to store presents since we haven’t put most of our stuff away yet from the move.
* Sleep deprivation will do that to people.
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