Glamorous, glamorous

Today's stats:

Boxes packed: 5
Boxes built (beyond boxes packed):4
Boxes unpacked and repacked into other boxes: 2 (ouch)

Tonight, Husband and I had company--our amazing friends N. and I., some of the most giving and inspiring folks I know--to watch the Food Network show Chopped (with nuanced cookery, unusual ingredients, and competition, it beats the drama of Survivor). If you aren't watching yet, start. We make it a weekly tradition).

I always love it when we spend time with N. and I., and it was especially motivating in the moving department to have them over this week. You can't leave all the junk you are wading through spread out in an ocean across your house if you are moving and you have company, even favorite friends like N. and I. who have had the unfortunate pleasure of seeing our house in the shamblest of shambles. So, I powered through the mess, packing large boxes of difficult stuff, wrapping breakable vases and picture frames in fitted sheets and cloth napkins. This is not to say the day was without its, um, challenges.

For example, while in the bathroom grabbing candle holders, in a feat of typical grace, I managed to knock a clear juice glass (where Husband had left it, by the way) from the shelf above the toilet. It landed with a terrific gong on the seat, large shards first pinging across the linoleum while several massive pieces plopped into the bowl itself. I shook my fist at an imaginary version of Husband, and then, in a moment of pure emotional preservation, I decided to just tip-toe carefully away. I went as far from the bathroom as possible and made myself a peanut-butter and honey sandwich to munch on while watching the episode of Arrested Development where Buster and Michael rescue George Michael from Motherboy. Denial and Gob equal bliss.

But unfortunately, we only have the one bathroom. The toilet glass could not be avoided forever. Eventually, there was an inverted garbage bag, some rubber gloves, and more tip-toeing. Maybe a small wail from me. Such is the glamor of moving.