Monday, August 19, 2013

Breaking Down Boxes and Perspective


As Mrs. Blackwell and I continue to get settled into our new digs we’ve been fortunate to rely on some supportive friends to help us along the way.

Not the least of this crew has been our parents who have stopped by to provide their assistance. (Special thanks here to my mom for her handy work with the power drill. Now, if only I knew how to use one.)

And, my oh my, have we needed the help. First, there’s the lawn. I don’t know if you’ve got one but, if not, don’t bother. They’re nice but they’re far, far more work than they’re worth.



The bane of human existence. Well, that and famine.
Next we have boxes. That’s right, all those boxes we used to pack up our lives and move into this splendorific new place of ours need to be broken down and taken to the recycler. I understand that putting a box away is not an ordeal. Putting 70 away is.

Then there’s the inside of the home. There’s rugs to be unrolled. There’s pictures to be hung. A kitchen to be kept up with. Clothing to be put in closets, or stored in the basement.

These are just the straightforward tasks. But along the way there are many more tasks with questions.

Should glasses go next to the dishwasher, or the sink?

Where do we put the Tupperware? It doesn’t fit anywhere. (Seriously if anyone knows the best way to store Tupperware and lids, please, enlighten the rest of us.)

On their own each of these questions don’t matter but, they need to be answered or, as I’ve discovered, they mount, and mount, and mount before finally paralyzing any hope for progress.

So, where do you put the light bulbs? And what about the pantry? The cereal boxes don’t fit in there so where should we put them so the boy can’t get to them.

And speaking of which, has anyone seen the boy? Where’s the baby?

Oh, mom’s got him? Ok.

Sage.
Now, back to the sweeping. Or was it scrubbing? Oh, who can remember when we’ve got furniture to rearrange and a lawnmower to move so we can fit both cars in the garage.

It’s a circus, but we have enjoyed being able to spread out a bit more than our previous location. And, for his part, the boy is enjoying it too.

Now that he’s walking, he’s been taking full advantage of the longer hallways and broader expanses. This is great when we’re inside. When we’re outside where our deck sports a three-foot drop off, it’s less great. 

It’s pretty common these days to hear people refer to the mundane quandaries of modern life as “first-world” problems. Whenever I get thinking about all of these questions, I try to remember that little line.

George Carlin had another one that put it far better than I can: “Some people see the glass half full. Others see it half empty. I see a glass that's twice as big as it needs to be.”

Amen and pass the boxes. 

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