So the good thing about knowing so far in advance that we’ll be moving is that I will have lots of time to Get Organized (those who know me may now laugh hysterically) and pare down the possessions. We’ll have movers come and pack up for us, and I’ve heard that they will pack and ship your garbage if you leave it lying around. And there are lots of things that we haven’t used in years and really and truly no longer need, like Ignatz’s hockey gear. He quit, what, three years ago? And it’s still sitting in the basement. The hockey club has a store where they will sell your used stuff, but it’s only open for half an hour on occasional Thursdays, and never the Thursday when you drop by to check. Argh.
We’ve agreed that I should start with the basement, but every time I go down there, I get overwhelmed. I just don’t know where to start. This is largely due to the fact that, if I can recycle something or throw it away, I have already done so, so the crap we have is either donatable, but I don’t know where to donate it, or it’s sellable, but um, they don’t really do garage sales here.
And I am constituionally incapable of just thowing perfectly good stuff away. I have to see if someone I know can use it, or maybe try to sell clothes to one of the used-clothing stores around here, sell the books and music dvds at Amazon.de, figure out how to use Ebay (in German), wait for the people with a truck who sometimes come by the old neighborhood and pick stuff up but they never come here so I’ll have to ask some of my former neighbors… all of that takes ages and I really should just get the lead out and get started, but instead I sigh, and shrug, and wander out of the basement hoping that tomorrow I will feel more resolute.
Because I’m a doofus, that’s why.
Y’all: if you were thinking of maybe making Broccoli Beef for dinner, with ginger and soy sauce and rice and all that good stuff? But they don’t have beef cut in smallish pieces (or that you can cut into smallish pieces when you get home) at the store? Hamburger, it turns out, is not an acceptable substitute. Just FYI.
Song du jour of the day: Qele, by Sirusho, for Armenia. ‘Sokay.