Wellnow. The nausea has finally abated, but I find I’m out of food. To ignore that, I decided to hunt for certain documents that all belong with the most important documents I have, outside of genealogy.
In order to do that, I had to drag out the Banker’s Boxes — all eight of them because none of them are marked. *sigh*
So I have emptied one, but the contents need to be filed and the box needs to be labeled. I’ve decided I am NOT moving JUNK to Utah! It will be papers I need for my descendants or for future reference for me, before I die. So I now have a stack of papers that need to be shredded. What fun. At least I now have oil for the shredder teeth.
I wonder how much other stuff I’ll be tossing out before I finally move? Still this needs to be done.
I found one box on the bottom that was falling apart and I didn’t know it. Whoever helped me move in here tried to tape the box, and that was almost disastrous when I went to move it. They had put the box on the bottom of the stack so it wasn’t easily noticeable. That irritated me. I see them in church every time I go; but they didn’t even bother to tell me it had broken.
Anyway, my week will be full with just these. Maybe next week, I’ll start on the yarn. Once I get through the stuff I’m weeding out, the packing will be easy.
I’m going to be working on *clearance* in the next few days, too. If Elen goes to camp this weekend, that will leave two weeks before Tom goes, in which we can use his impressive size and strength for the tearing down, cleaning, and rebuilding of the bedrooms, with very much stuff going OUT.