Relative Something

The reality of my situation is, I have only 1 weekend left to finish packing. Since we were off gallivanting around the countryside this past Saturday, I was left with only Sunday, to tackle something significant. I chose the garage. Next weekend, it will be the remaining portion of the basement that gets my full attention.

I’m feeling okay with the progress in the garage, but I didn’t quite complete the task of getting it ready for movers to just pick things up and load. What I did accomplish was, getting my hands, at least once, on everything stored along the walls, or on a shelf. Some things made it no further than to a pile on the floor, but at least they are accounted for and are now moved from where they were previously stored. I still need to bind handles together, and otherwise wrap things for maximum carrying efficiency.

While going through drawers in a cabinet at the back of our garage, I discovered one of my stashes of zip-lock bags. Then I found another stash, and then another. I seem to be a hoarder of zip-lock bags! At the day-job, there are a wide array of sizes of heavy-duty bags that I hang on to for general storage, or for camping and bike trips, and even for moving! Just last week, I brought home a new pile of really good bags, thinking I could use them to dump all the things that have collected in my top dresser drawer.

Obviously, I had lost track of the fact that I already have bags upon bags stored up for just such an occasion. Maybe I should let Cyndie in on the whereabouts of my zip-lock bag stashes, so she can actually put them to use, instead of my just storing them indefinitely.

Let me take this opportunity to say that for every one thing I pack, Cyndie is doing tens of things. She helped me in the garage some on Sunday, and then scoured the yard to claim every last item we had outside that wasn’t a permanent fixture. She drained and coiled all our hoses, which I particularly appreciate.

Every day, she is packing more things than I even knew existed in our home, while I am stuck toiling away at the day-job. Meanwhile, she is managing the communications and documents involved with our closings.

Yesterday, I watched a handful of emails that she copied me on, as she continued to carry out the navigation of demands from agencies trying to get everything they need for our two closings in one day. I am at a loss as to who is who, what documents need to be prepared, and in what order.

The closer we get to the big day of name signing, the more I realize that I couldn’t have accomplished this without her.