Boxes in boxes
One of these days, I’ll get a lot of stuff done. And with the shock to my system, I’ll have to really retire. Today was another day without wonder, wherein my list remained as long at sundown as it was at sunrise. Not going to change the world, that way.
What did I want to get done? Well, I wanted to find my fancy battery charger. The lawn tractor might need a little kick in the box to get going, now that grass is inevitable. Alas, that box is inside another box. My desire to reassemble my slide copier setup is also stymied; that box in a box condition. If only I had X-ray vision, or a better inventory. Ditto for the collection of negatives. And the SDR that attaches to the home network. My precious student directories, and the yearbooks that go along with the period. All in boxes in boxes. Not good.
I did start on the row of boxes, last evening. I’m good for a few minutes, before something distracts me (So, that’s where I packed that!). Another day, another discovery.
No sense asking anyone else: the “You should have put better lists on the boxes when you packed them” doesn’t take into account the stress of moving from our home after three decades. Plus, if I restress, (is that written re-stress?), what will be accomplished. Better that I finish here, and then get another half dozen boxes out of the way before I’m too exhausted to continue until a future date.
