And not a box that fits. I.e. we have boxes. Tons of boxes. We filled fifteen of them with books and then found two more crates in our storage space. But now what's left isn't working. The boxes are too big for things we need to pack. I still have some kitchen stuff left over - I don't know where that's going. I'm hoping that the plastic bags I used to wrap our glasses (We forgot to collect newspaper. We didn't want to spend money on packing paper.) will actually work. I don't want to arrive at the house with boxes full of broken glass.
The move is on Saturday from 12-7, we think. D scheduled movers a week ago. I celebrated. I hate moving day. Packing a van up with boxes is a gigantic real life spatial puzzle and I stink at it.
Then suddenly he decided to send out a mass email to all our friends to ask for their help. He received, I think, about five responses. So he cancelled the movers and rented us a van. He emailed me to let me know just as I was checking Saturday's weather. It's supposed to storm.
No movers. A 15 ft. U-haul and two or three cars. Thunder and lightning. Should be fun.
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