Six different sizes
Imagine the excitement! Consider the possibilities! Right now, in my living room, I have six different sizes of cardboard box; a range from somewhat small to somewhat large. At least a half dozen varieties of tape: duct, strapping, plastic, masking and a couple that I can’t name. All here, with scissors.
I could build a really cool castle, if I wished. Or do a Russian dolls system of concentric containers. All the things I dreamed of, back in grade school, now available. A fake “Punch and Judy” theatre, sadly sans puppets. A brave new world, before me.
Instead, I’m going to dedicate all this unadorned packaging potential to just that. Packing. I’ve learned that the really big boxes come with a risk of overfill. So much stuff inside that there is no way to move them without resorting to mechanical assistance. Bad. The man (our box pusher) suggested that the big containers were best suited for hiding away our bedding. I now agree.
This is professional grade packing. We have less than a fortnight to make the contents of the house “disappear”, just like a Copperfield routine. Out of sight, and out of mind. Distraction. The real goal is to show rooms where you could pitch a nerf ball from corner to corner without any risk of rebound. We’ll get there.
Out with the dog, just now. Under threat of rain, the whole time. That’s where the sky spits, you frown, you wait, you continue, the sky spits… we were home without the big wet, but I should figure out where the half-way point lies. Just because.
