The moving story of championship boxing

 

          Yes, moving sucks.

          We are in the final stages of packing up our lives and moving from California to Ohio. That means tossing a lot of stuff we don’t want, giving more usable items to various local charities, trying to find local charities to take our refrigerators, unneeded furniture and our washer and dryer. At the same time, we are packing everything else, the stuff we want to keep, in boxes.

          Lots and lots of boxes. It looks like the Boxer Rebellion in here.

          We filled one room with boxes, then had to move some of the boxes to another room so we could remove some of the furniture we are not taking from the original box storage room. We have boxes in the living room, surrounding stuff we want to give away and we’ll have to shuffle some more boxes to remove the giveaways and then reshuffle the boxes.

          Then there is the middle room. Here you’ll find boxes. Some boxes are open and partially filled. Some are jammed with stuff too big to fit in any of the remaining boxes. You’ll find large pictures with old shirts covering them to protect the frames and glass during transit. We have no boxes for this stuff; the movers will box up what we can’t box ourselves.

          We tried to purchase some larger boxes to handle large pictures and the like but, alas, we were unable to fit these new boxes into our car, a VW Beetle. The VW has more storage space than our other car, my beloved Mustang and, anyway, the Mustang has been resting in Ohio since July.

          One of the first things I did ahead of the move was box up my books. I added some VCR tapes and DVD/CDs to the book boxes to lighten the load on many individual boxes. That was two months ago and now some of the book boxes are showing the strain of holding so much stuff and standing in long rows of multi-level boxing formations.

          Every once in a while we notice a box with fragile or delicate contents underneath heavier boxes and we have to move the box with the delicate stuff to the top of a pile. Call it a boxing promotion.

          Our son, Sean, moved with his wife from Maryland to New Mexico recently and he gave us a few tips about making sure the boxes are filled. So we have stuffed shirts, towels, sheets and blankets into boxes partially filled with heavy stuff.

          Amy’s brilliant idea to put some of the clothing we are taking into suitcases will soon be put to use. She has done a great job of organization and she is much further along in her boxing than am I.

          You have to be careful with these boxes. You can get paper cuts. I’ve had a few. Amy has been able to protect her hands with a strategy that has been fool-proof. She uses gloves.

          Boxing gloves.

 

          Thanks for reading.