We cleaned out my sister Robin’s van and drove sixty miles south to the town of my old residence with the incredibly ambitious intent of emptying out the storage building and bringing everything north to Scio so it’ll all be in one place when it comes time to actually move. That was yesterday. Today, all I have is one question: Where did I get all this crap?!? And why do I still have it?!?
Okay, so technically that’s two questions. Still, for whatever crazy reason, I have packed things no rational person every would have. For instance, I opened one box and among all the useful stuff found a half a bag of Halls cough drops, some loose thumb tacks (discovering that was such a treat, let me tell you), a penny, two wads of paper (something I’d printed off the computer and then crumpled up to throw away) a broken vacuum attachment to a vacuum I got rid of ten years ago (which means I’ve already packed that darn piece and moved with it TWICE before–this highly-prized, long-lost, 24-carat, broken vacuum attachment of antiquity) and an empty bottle of hydrogen peroxide.
I don’t think I was on drugs when I threw that box together, and yet the evidence doesn’t lie…
We packed that van to the gills (bet you didn’t know vans had them) and hauled it north to Scio, leaving behind a storage building you can now walk into almost comfortably, a stack of roughly nine boxes to go to the dump and six more destined for the Goodwill. We stacked everything in my sister Emily’s room, and then stood around feeling strange about it because this is the first time we’ve used that room for anything since she died in December. But it was either that or haul it all down into the basement, and we were all tired enough as it was. Six more loads just like that and we might get that storage unit emptied.
I then came back to Mom’s (where I’m staying while I unload the storage unit), with this hard lump of uncertainty in my gut that says I’m jumping the gun a bit. If the sale does not go through, then I’m going to have to cart all that stuff down into the basement so I can show the house again. Oy, my aching back! Think postive, Maren, think positive.
To make myself feel better, I decided to work on my wish list and noticed that Heaven and Earth Designs had a 25% off all patterns that ended at midnight this morning. Only a woman of steel will or poverty could pass up a sale like that, and I was neither! I went through every author’s patterns, selecting eight that I really liked. I then whittled those down to four and made my purchase with twenty minutes left to spare. This is what I got:
Blue by Jonathon Earl Bowser
Phoenix by Penny Golledge
Checkmate by Ruth Thompson
Morning Gossip by Kirstin Mills
I won’t be starting any of them until I get Christmas Flourishes finished, but I certainly do feel better! 🙂