Since the last, five more boxes have been packed.
They're weird ones, glass beverage pitchers stuffed with dresses and wrapped in university sweatshirts, silver bowls mixed in with my refrigerator magnets and plastic travels mugs. Also, a box full of sweaters, the stereo, and the alarm clock.
Husband, I think, is torn between thinking I'm brilliant, hilarious, or just plain odd. After I put the two dresses inside the glass pitcher, he marveled for a several minutes, mostly laughing, but not quite sure what to make of the whole thing. I think the way they just fell into the pitcher, all scrunched-up and tiny and smooth, like so much water, was what really got him going. My clothes seem to be more flexible or something.
We had a lot of fun packing these boxes, which was nice and unexpected. Change is weird, sometimes brilliant, sometimes odd, sometimes hard to place. Why not, if you're moving, put your dresses inside your pitchers? At least I know the unpacking won't be boring. It'll remind us to be more flexible (or whatever).
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