Wednesday, September 16, 2009

This Side Up

Packing for a move. I'm surrounded by boxes. Empty unfolded boxes waiting to be assembled. I've made a start. Books are always the first to be packed. When you pack your books you feel like you have achieved great things. Except that you've stopped to read half of them before you could put them in the box. Now it's time for the crockery. How does someone accumulate so many plates. You can only eat one plate of food at a time but I have enough plates to cater a dinner party for the population of Shanghai. But alas for my convenience, I have my trusty complimentary keyring box cutters to deal with packing tape so in case I am out on the road and I need to cut packing tape, I will be ok. Times like this you consider converting to Buddhism and rejecting all forms of materialism and therefore just throwing everything in the bin but the couch doesn't fit down the shoot, so I'll move on. I'm grateful for small moving mercy's like that fact I never had the clothes dryer mounted to the wall, I never bought a grand piano and I never got that stripper pole put in the middle of the loungeroom.


  1. Good luck with your move, Lorna. I'm expecting an eviction any time soon as my place is on the market for sale.

  2. Good luck to you too Rowe. Moving sucks.