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Hopefully we can have some laughs along the way. If we don't, it's your fault.
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
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
Oh, mom’s got him? Ok.
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
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.”