Did I ever tell you how much I hate packing! It's boring, back breaking and very emotional. The biggest problem with the moves we make is they are not usually a straight house to house move and this one is no exception. We are in the position AGAIN of just moving part of the household stuff because the house we are renting in California is about a quarter of the size of this house. This means deciding what to take, what to store and what to chuck. I wish it was summer as I could have a massive garage sale but it's frikken frezzin out there so that is a no go so I have to box it all up in 'to keep' or to 'garage sale' boxes and store it all in the basement.
Tim left for California late Sunday afternoon and arrived Monday afternoon and has got himself settled. The landlord met him there, told him all about the orange and lemon trees and basically how everything worked in the house and then left him to it. I had packed the car for him with everything he would need for the next month or so until I can get the rest of the stuff down there. Well I packed everything and Tim put most of it in the car as I still can't lift much. He said when he was unpacking it all that the trunk was like Dr Who's Tardis, stuff just kept coming out of there like it was three times the size. Very funny.
Packing is going OK, Jeanette is a great help, she is doing stuff that doesn't need me like packing the books in the library, would someone tell me again why I wanted to keep 60 boxes of books, seemed like a good idea at the time I know. I do love my books and do re read them often and getting rid of them will hurt. I have about 4 boxes of gardening books and I have to say I have read them so many times I know them off by heart. I might reference them to get the Latin names of a plant occasionally but I have put so many in the ground now and created so many gardens I don't think I shall ever really need them again, Those I shall pass on to my girls as they all love to garden.
My other non-fiction are going to be way harder, more than half the books are non fiction and I have learned so much from them and often either reread them or refer to them, I always like to use a yellow highlighter when reading nonfiction so that I can scan the relevant points later. Those of you who know me know I have an insatiable curiosity and yearning for learning, I feel like Johnny-Five in Short Circuit sometimes, "input, input"! I read everything, Tim says I suck the words off the page and he's right I just absorb stuff. I read signs, cereal packets, instructions, I can't pass words without reading them. He hates going to a museum with me because he will be through the whole place in an hour and it will take me all day, he usually takes a book and sits and reads when he is done and just knows he has to wait for me.
He jokes about the time I read the telephone book. Well I didn't actually read the telephone book so much as the middle of the book, well it had all this interesting stuff about where to go and what to visit like museums and parks and historical buildings. I can't help it, it's a compulsion. There must be a name for that.
Here's pictures of my sad and mostly empty library.
30 boxes of books
more books to pack
even more books to pack