Our lives, in boxes.

7/05/2008

The first of three Moving Days has arrived. I sat last night and looked at the boxes, each of them with their own separate tag, like

‘Filing Cabinet’

‘Cookbooks’

‘Games’

‘Glue Gun’

Most of these boxes have been packed for several weeks now, making steps and towers and all kinds of dangerousness for the kids. It’s tempting to think of our lives being in those boxes…like we have the ability to neatly pack ourselves away, categorize ourselves.

I know, it’s not really our lives in those boxes.  It’s just stuff.

There are 6 comments in this article:

  1. 7/05/2008Bos say:

    Our life, in those boxes, is heavy.

    Funny how our life both is and is not contained by so much cardboard.

    Our boxed up life isn’t going to move itself, though. Got to get to work.

  2. 7/05/2008Vixen say:

    Oh my. I simply adore moving boxes! It is one of my favorite pastimes. In fact, I only wish I was close enough to come over and help.

    I noticed a “theme” on your boxes….a liquor theme. Maybe that is why I suddenly want to help.

  3. 7/05/2008Vixen say:

    PS: Be careful, both of you. Don’t hurt yourselves.

  4. 7/05/2008Bos say:

    It’s the end of day one and my side hurts.

    :)

  5. 8/05/2008sumgirl say:

    did the glue gun really get the whole box to itself? i’m imagining an especially large glue gun. with glue sticks the size of baguettes. ;) anyway …
    you have our number … don’t hesitate to call!

  6. 11/05/2008Mrs. Eaves say:

    Hee - no, the glue gun shared a box with some old calligraphy pens and other crafty odds-and-ends. The glue gun got its own tag because it’s the type of thing that I *never* know where it is unless I patiently remind (nag) myself.

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