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Packing is progressing well. Saturday is the "big day". We got a dumpster for the crap we arent moving. Today shelves went in, two endtables, two half dead office chairs, a dead A/C unit, and our 17 year old microwave.
We are at the he "house looks like tornado has hit it, you can't find anything, but it doesn't look like anything is done" phase.
So while cleaning under the spare bedroom bed I found all sorts of "treasures" that Warner (our oldest dog) had hid there. Enough tin foil for an army of schizophrenics. And some dishes I had though lost. She looked quite upset while I was doing so.
And dont worry I am not moving anything too heavy. Body told my quite well when I needed to stop.
We are at the he "house looks like tornado has hit it, you can't find anything, but it doesn't look like anything is done" phase.
So while cleaning under the spare bedroom bed I found all sorts of "treasures" that Warner (our oldest dog) had hid there. Enough tin foil for an army of schizophrenics. And some dishes I had though lost. She looked quite upset while I was doing so.
And dont worry I am not moving anything too heavy. Body told my quite well when I needed to stop.