Idle thoughts as Miss D. and I do the final round of packing before loading the truck tomorrow.
- Why is there always one gun more than there are gun cases/sleeves/rugs to hold them?
- Why, when I drove my ammunition stocks down to Texas a few weeks ago, am I still finding ammo in odd corners, drawers, nooks and crannies? I’ve found enough to fill two ammo cans so far. No, of course I’m not a compulsive ammo hoarder! Why would you think that? (Hangs head, shuffles feet.)
- What do you do with a cat that’s growing steadily more paranoid as she watches her world being packed into boxes? We’re trying to reassure her by giving her lots of extra attention (and treats), but she seems unconvinced.
- On the other hand, she enjoys some parts of the experience. For example, every time I have to tie things together with string to form a bundle, I’ll find a cat tugging enthusiastically on the other end of the line.
- I must remember not to assemble plastic shelving units too forcefully. When I have to take them apart again, all those blows with a rubber mallet (to make sure they stayed fastened together) come back to bite me. This is not good.
- A big roll of bubble wrap is worth its weight in gold.
- If you pack all the dishes and cutlery early on, it’s a great excuse to eat out every meal until you leave.
Back to the fray . . .