The Moving Show: Day 10,909

In our rush to move, we wound up with a giant collection of miscellanea stuffed into boxes. Toys. Clothes. Food. Diapers. Probably a few wads of cash. You know, miscellanea.

I knew that without a sense of urgency, this stuff would sit in their boxes for months, waiting for the day when a) we had nothing better to do than put it away, b) the kids were old enough to put it away for us, c) we threw it away en masse, or d) we moved again and threw all the boxes back on the trailer. To avoid this, I came up with the ingenious plan to stack the boxes in the garage. We couldn’t park in the garage until we’d cleared out the boxes, thus creating a sense of urgency.

Several weeks later, those boxes are still in the garage, and we’re getting used to parking in the driveway. I’m trying to recapture that urgency now, and spent much of the morning hauling boxes out of the garage. I can see definite progress, and the floor, as many of those boxes have disappeared from the garage and reappeared in a pile in the living room.

That’s progress, right?