191 The packing begins. I'm starting the dread process by putting all my books away first.
Books are easy.
Clump, clump, wedge, wedge, stuff them into boxes and forget about them. Tchotchkas are harder, and must be resolutely given away at the yard sale we'll hold next month. Dishes are harder still, since we need them until the last moment yet they must be carefully packed right about the time we're losing all interest in order and just want to get the hell out. Most precious of all to pack are my collections of china and pottery. I'd just about lay down and die if I ever broke my favorite bread dish, my Limoge blue iris vase, or my mother's teacup collection.