Boxes, and More Boxes

Jeff and Bob finished unloading the 26-foot U-Haul yesterday and returned it to the rental agency. One storage unit was filled and the Loft that had looked so simple and orderly until now looks like a neighborhood garage sale. Boxes spill over with crumpled newspaper, brass candlesticks, dishes, pots and pans, the overload of possessions that I have tried so hard to reduce. Jeff left this morning to return to his home in Oregon after doing a yeoman’s job with the moving… even missing the Oregon State Beaver’s upset victory over the #1 ranked Trojans. The kitchen cupboards begin to fill with Bob’s cookware (he’s been hampered with trying to cook with one frying pan and one saucepan), and books line up on the bookshelves. If I had hair I would be pulling it out by now trying to decide what to do with all the rest of the stuff… back to storage, taken to Goodwill, thrown away, or usable here at the Loft? I need some order to the chaos that has become my life. I think I’ll have a cup of peppermint tea and read some words of wisdom from Lao Tzu.

... PLM