Well, it is official. I am never moving again. I’ll be one of those old people with two bum hips hobbling around my house – unable to get to the upper floors – but intent on dying in my home. Surrounded by my unpacked things. Then someone else could pack up my corpse and my things and leave me out of it.
Despite my efforts to have little clutter – what is it about packing that results in small gatherings of weird stuff- but somehow valuable – all throughout the house? I mean, you look in one corner and you find your “color palette” when your mother took you to have colours done as a teenager, a mixed tape that your brother made you, a brass “McMaster MBA” business card holder and a pair of plastic handcuffs. In another room is 10 gold hooks, an attractive empty glass candle holder, a green highlighter, and 3 American dollars. Over there, a stone that has sentimental meaning but you can’t remember why, a $5 Casino Niagara chip, a hand towel that is stained but could be good for packing and a lid for a stainless steel canister because you know you will find the bottom somewhere around here.
These little collections do not plague me when I am not packing and moving, yet they come out to haunt me when I don’t need the added pressure. Yes, Yes, I know, I know! No matter how much planning I do, the last 2 days before a move will suck. I know it. You know it. The little collected piles know it.
Sigh.
Today I wasted time baking stuff – because who wants to pack when you can bake – to use up what I had on hand. I made a mixed berry crumble; a papaya, pineapple, strawberry, pineapple and tomatillo crisp; and chocolate chip pumpkin cookies. This effectively used up all the frozen fruit, pumpkin puree, butter, brown sugar, white sugar, plantation raw sugar, cake flour, chocolate chips, safflower oil, tomatillos, add eggs. Hoorah for me. Good work!
August 27th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Realizing that “using up” resulted in Emile and I having to eat 3 dozen pumpkin cookies and 2 full-sized crisps in less than 2 days. I feel a bit sick.
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