1. All oddly shaped objects that don't fit into boxes are to be put in slightly conspicuous places, and left to become someone else problem.
2. a. All heavy objects must be compacted into as few boxes as possible; these boxes must be stacked on top fragile boxes.
b. Extra cool points are given to people who can fit an entire set of world book encyclopedias in one box (Hooray!).
3. At least one out of every ten boxes must be incorrectly labeled.
4. At least 10 minutes of every hour is to be spent complaining how much everyone else is wasting time.
The plan was to move on Friday and Saturday, to be out of the house before the deadline (Sunday). By Saturday night, when we were nowhere near finished, we went into extra-work mode. (Smith equivalent of panic mode; we never actually panic.) By Sunday night, we were basically finished, and I thought I had seen the last of 85 1/2 B. Then on Monday, we had to go back to sweep the basement, and bring all the cardboard and newspapers and recycling bags to the dump. Then on Tuesday, we had to go to put the 35 contractor bags of garbage out on the curb (pick-up is Wednesday morning), Wednesday we had to pick up the mail. . .the saga continues.
We have many pleasant memories of this house: visits from family and friends, the holidays spent together, the blazing horns of ambulances and fire engines every few hours. . .
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