Posts Tagged ‘moving’

Losing my mind amidst packing-tape and sock-drawers

In The Daily Drool on March 25, 2010 at 11:33 am

I have about fifty pairs of socks.

I’m not exagerrating. 

And as I began stuffing them into garbage bags (for that’s my second moving-container of choice) I tried to throw some out.  “But there’s nothing wrong with them!”  You haven’t worn these pumpking orange socks since 1998!  “But they’re so fun, and… I might!”  WHEN?  “Halloween?  or Harvest time…”  HARVEST TIME?  Are you moving to the 1800’s?  Throw em out, Throw em out, THROW EM OUT!  (beat, beat, beat)  “No.”

And so it goes. 

I’m taking 48 pairs of socks home with me because two pair had undeniably irreperable holes. 

I hate packing.  Oh, I’m sorry, that should be I HATE PACKING.  And I DESPISE MOVING, because it requires packing…. and packing requires sorting, which drives me mad.

And that’s all I have to say about anything today.  (Grumpity, GaRump!)

How’s things on your planet?

A Writer’s (somewhat soothed) Panic

In The Daily Drool on March 24, 2010 at 9:29 am

Well, it seems that things will be okay with Mac – apparently my batch had a problem with their logic boards- a totally covered repair. 


So I can breathe again. 

But I’ve got to say, I had grown quite accostomed to my morning routine of getting up, having my OJ and checking all my inter-goodies at hte kitchen table from my dear little laptop.  Right now I am hunched in the corner over my very reliable and friendly PC- I do appreciate it, I really do- it’s just not quite the same.  Probably because the desk my PC is housed on is covered in things that need to be sorted, filed, and put awaay.  It’s like working in a disaster zone, office style. 

Also, my fingers had grown quite accostomed to the laptop keyboard.  The regular size of my desktop keyboard is very, very confusing indeed. 

BUT, that’s the update there.  I think what yesterday’s panic showed me is that I’ve grown quite attached to that little package of metal and magic.  It’s an extension of my thoughts, my brain sort of just plugs into it and when you’re a writer, well, that kind of creative bond is pretty damn important. 

The only major drawback to the repair is that it’s going to take SEVEN days!  I mean, I’m moving on Weds. and I prob won’t get it back until Tues.  That makes me very nervous.  But at least it’s getting fixed. 

Oh, I also had just finished my essay for the Princess Grace playwriting Fellowship before it blanked out.  Yeah, now I have to completely rewrite it!  Or mayb I can go in with a hard drive and ask them to put it all on there for me… I’ve got to call and see if that’s an option.

(sigh) If it’s not one thing, it’s another.  I really, REALLY hope this is it for catastrophe’s for a while.  I thought it was just 2009, but The Year of Adversity and Change seems to have leaked onto 2010… I really hope that this move brings postitive changes and good ol’ Happy Tiffany back to the forefront.


In The Daily Drool on March 22, 2010 at 9:10 am

Today, in my current pack-attack-apartment-sack-ing… I found:

– Three pairs of painted cardboard and plastic bottle clown-feet-size prop shoes that my friends and I used in a JUNIOR HIGH talent contest.  They were in my costume box along with some wigs, a pair of sequined suspenders, and a cave-woman costume that I made in High-School.  (sigh)

– About two MILLION candles… What is my problem?  A little repressed pyro in here somewhere?

– 1 pack of herbal cigarettes from a play I did 6 YEARS ago… they smell funky.

– Battleship.  Yes, really.

-A nose-shaped pencil holder that my friend made for me in high-school – the pencils go up the nostrils.  Yes, even in high-school I had exquisite taste.

-A wine basket for picnics that I have NEVER used.

-Moody/painted lightbulbs for when I open that House of Sin.

There were other little surprises here and there, but the biggest surprise is that I have been saving/hauling all this stuff around with me over the years.  And perhaps it’s the inner actress in me (I might need that!  I might be able to use that in a show/photo-shoot/for a party) that keeps me in cave-girl costumes and candles, but really- the time has come to say “GOODBYE”

Which is why, come this weekend, all potentially saleable goods will be on hand for garage salers to take make into their own little “Albatross.”

“Found” packing

In The Daily Drool on March 20, 2010 at 10:11 am

Sooooo, I’m packing.  And it’s going alright because I’ve been doing a couple boxes here, a couple boxes there.  And I’m intending to get rid of a lot of this stuff, so, you know, less to pack.

But I have discovered a couple “fun” tips:

  • Ralph’s has excellent apple boxes, and apple boxes make for excellent packing.  Just talk up the produce guy, get yer’ boxes, drop ’em off, and head to the next store, next produce guy, etc.
  • Packing materials can be expensive.  I had some bubble wrap lying around that I used on some of my fancier dishes, but then I got to thinking “I’m going to have to go buy a newspaper or something to wrap these things in.”  Then the Victoria Secret catelogue came in the mail… I tore out the staples and that mama-jamma has been very helpful for wrapping.
  • Additionally, I’ve been carting my old bank and credit card statements around since 1998!  Don’t really need those anymore (apparently the tax rule is 7 years, not 12!)  So I got to shredding and MY-oh-MY doesn’t shredded paper make for FANTASTIC packing material!  I’ve got happy, well-protected vases wrapped in Victoria’s Secret and nestled in Citi-bank.

And that’s what I’ve learned so far.  I’ve also learned that “Packing” makes me less wont to make dinner, so I’ve been eating a little too much snack/junk food.  Tonight I am going to the store and get myself something healthy!

Daylight-Robbing, and some left-over bits

In The Daily Drool on March 14, 2010 at 4:12 pm

Call me an ARIZONAN, but I really do think daylight savings is the stupidest of traditions.  Twice a year we wrench our bodies, minds, and sleeping souls, into a whole different routine of doing everything an hour ahead or behind of what we’re accustomed to.  While it may very well save on energy costs (oooh, there’s so much natural light now that I’m up an hour earlier!), it’s one of the biggest pains in the ass to get used to.  My body wanted that hour of sleep last night, and it still wants it now.

(huff and puff)

And on a totally unrelated note, I am officially in the box-begging business.  I scored several apple boxes from the grocery store today, and have plans to head back in every day this week to pester the produce man for cardboard.  Oh, yes, this girl’s gotta’ pack.

That being said, I am trying to sell all my big furniture items, and have successfully adopted out the last remaining stuffed animals from my closet.  I (thankfully) found a good home for them, as my friend is having a baby.  They will be loved and drooled on, and I don’t have to worry that they’re being abused by some dirty child with a habit of picking out the eyes.  (shiver)

I also gave my party decorations away.  These things have been loved and adored and are in many a photograph- I had to smile as I was pulling open their bags to check just HOW MANY holidays I’d partied-for.  There were many!

But all these boxes in my living room, and the now (rather large) empty space in my closet are proof positive that I am moving.  And it’s freaking me out.  Yup.  Momma’ wants to curl up in her happy place and have someone else do the sorting/packing/relocating.  But I’ve been told that if I just remember to breathe and take it one day at a time, all will be well.

I’ve been told…

Ode to my (now sold) TV

In The Daily Drool on March 13, 2010 at 1:51 pm

I will miss your beautiful screen and the way you were so easily turned on, but next time I purchase a television, rest assured it won’t weigh 800 pounds.

In a time of curved screens, you were one of the first to go flat… A pioneer, through and through, you delivered on every Best Buy promise.  Your 34 inches (at the time) made this girl blush and you were often all that I needed to satisfy my wanton Friday nights.

But it’s time to part ways… you are now someone else’s deliverer of illusion.  Today as I watched those two young men sweat and swear, carrying you away in a pre-hernia panic, I was awash with fond memories and relief.

You were adored.

You were worshipped.

And you were really effing heavy.

The Mighty Purge

In The Daily Drool on March 5, 2010 at 11:06 am

Ooooo, I have a lot of stuff.  It is everywhere.  I look around my apartment and am disgusted with its silent, steady bid to overtake any and all surfaces… Perhaps it is high time I get rid of everything, for “everything” seems to have taken over, and I’m not strong enough to wrestle it back into its drawer/shelf/nook/or/cranny.

I don’t like to make my bed in the morning, I like to straighten it just as I’m about to climb into it for the night.  I don’t like to wash dishes until I need to use them because the pay-off (using them) is really the only draw of splashing in suds and scrubbies.  I pretty much tend to forget to pay attention to the state of my surroundings until I’ve been away from them for a while, or until someone other, someone from the outside, comes into my place.  Then I clap my hands to my newly-seeing eyes in shock and wonder:  “DO I LIVE HERE?!”

Yes, it’s good that I will be shedding many/most of my belongings in this move.  I don’t need all of these things, and I don’t know how to manage them.  I’m not messy, per se, I’m just very unorganized.  And impatient.  And I spend so much time in my imagination that I’m able to imagine a more spacious, better designed, and highly organized life along with everything else I’m cooking up.  It’s only when I’m out of toothpaste, out of clean spoons, and can’t find my keys that reality comes crashing through.


Time to clean house.