This is what’s going on chez Truscott-Harris. The other end of this room is my “office” where I’m writing this — the dining room table surrounded by more boxes and stacks of couch pillows and the LL Bean canvas bag I used to carry my laptop and keyboard in the car…which seems a month ago, but was only last Saturday.
There are more boxes upstairs, and more in the pantry and more on the sunporch, and more in the basement and what’s truly amazing is that they all came out of the little studio we occupied for the last four years in Springs.
Watch this space…I don’t mean that chaotic space, I mean this one. New column coming in the morning, and then…out with the new box cutters and away we go!
Old soldiers that we are, it all in muscle memory. Unpacking is a slog, because there no pre-established place to put stuff, except the basement, the garage, or the attic. That's just an invitation to let it slide, and then the job never gets done. It's a displaced persons camp for stuff you don't know what to do with, and you can't bear to part with it either. Like all those model kits I have out in the garage that I swore I will build someday. Eventually you'll figure it out, so don't waste time worrying about it. That's why we invented estate sales and let it become somebody else's problem.
At some point you will probably need a "weekend" dumpster. Affordable Dumpsters drops it off on Friday and picks it up on Monday. it's their smallest size but it holds a lot of stuff, and if you can't fill it yourself, let your neighbors know and they will. Or if you knock on some doors maybe they can chip in on the cost, and even if they don't, you'll get to know some of them. Welcome to the neighborhood.