The packing chronicles, part 1

Okay, I knew I had a lot of stuff, but it's surreal just how much stuff is in my house. If I didn't recognize it all, I'd probably look around and think, "Where did all of this come from?" I can't do that though. I remember it all-- the curse of a good memory. Sunday afternoon, I was working in the basement and it was like a trip down the craft aisle of memory lane. I found all the cloth I bought to make a "rustic" angel tree topper for the basement Christmas tree in one bag. (The angel wasn't made due to the lack of a yarn cone to serve as the base. Happily, I found one of those the other day while packing! Now, if I can just find it again...) I found a huge stack of fabric that I spent months collecting for a quilt for my own bed. (I am undaunted by the scope of a project. It's a failing of mine. In my mind, I know I should have hesitated when I decided that I could make a king sized quilt after having only made doll quilts but it never occurred to me that it might be too big of a project to tackle.) I found a stack of clothes in need of mending. Sadly, they won't be mended for the child who tore them but for the next in line. I guess that's a hidden benefit of having children every two years and then burying the mending pile for two years. Convenient, yes?

I feel like I have a constant clock ticking on the packing. It resonates in my very soul. Tick...tick...tick...tick...I feel the passage of time keenly but I can't seem to find the motivation to pack like a maniac. I usually find the motivation in a desperate push at the end, but this situation is different. I'm scared and I'm in trouble. I don't know which is worse...

I guess actually packing something would probably help. On that note, BYE!

Quote of the Day

I know that quotes aren't the best way to maintain a blog, but I'm a little busy and I'm sure you are too. This quote is funny at least.

"If you put the federal government in charge of the Sahara Desert, in five years there'd be a shortage of sand."
- Milton Friedman