Another packing step
Today’s ponder point: Does it count as a holiday if you no longer have to go to work? That sums up the retired state. Mind you, paying attention to perceived “long weekends” doesn’t suddenly stop. Just like summer school closure. We’re trained to pay attention to such things.
Instead, I used the day productively. Took out my taper, and learned how to reassemble that hunk of junk, after it exploded three times in a fifteen minute period. Not very productive. But, once I figured out what increased tension would do (or not do), and after loading one of those new (and different) rolls of tape that I had purchased yesterday, my work throughput increased dramatically.
All of the “similar” boxes have been re-edited. That means trying to get rid of the flagrant non-essential elements of my life. I managed… And now, the boxes are ready for the scaler to do his calculations tomorrow morning. The load is in various piles throughout the house. I figured that putting everything in one place might break something. A floor joist, for example. Better that the overload go into a container designed for the task.
And after shifting all those cartons, I ache. Shoulders. Thighs. Muscle groups that aren’t used much by anyone other than a dock worker. I’ll be happy to see the truck pull away, whenever.
One important success was that I found the box containing my recorder and tin whistle collection. Lost in the basement, many months ago. Now, I can go back to annoying dogs and people in my home.
