MOVING ALONG

And finally, we are down to the last group of dolls. All the plastic dolls have been packed and several composition dolls. The remaining dolls are all composition with one exception. I might keep her because she was the first. I haven’t decided yet.

They aren’t shipped yet. Hopefully later today these five boxes will get to the postal shipping center. We have to fit the shipping in between Owen’s doctor appointment and mine. This shipment isn’t only dolls. It includes all the dolls stands and a separate box of doll reference books, none of which are available anymore. One box includes a single composition doll — the 1932 Sonja Henie ice-skating doll.

We ran out of paper and bubble wrap. I’m not sure if the boxes we have are the right size for the dolls who still need packing. We shall have to do some careful measuring. But we made a lot of progress today. You can actually see the floor in the dining room.

We are down to the last dozen boxes. We’ve run out of bubble pack, packing paper, tissue paper and packing tape. We will probably need to buy a few other boxes that will better fit the tall dolls.

Despite all the dolls we’ve shipped, the house is still cluttered. This happens in bookcases, too. You find homes for hundreds of books. The remaining books heave a sigh of relief and expand to fill the spaces. Never are there unfilled book shelves.

A lot has moved out, yet somehow, none of the display shelving is empty except in my office-now-storage room. At least there is space between objects.

Progress was made. I can feel it.



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5 replies

  1. you did good. I went through that kind of turmoil with the bookshelves. And it’s amazing, I took at least two hundred pounds of books to the Salvation Army, and the shelves are filling up, as if from an invisible source. Nature abhors a vacuum and/or an empty space.
    It’s amazing how much detritus we accumulate over the decades, stuff we simply can’t part with, and then one day you think, why…

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    • I think books are the worst because we are readers and we are helpless in the face of books — ANY books. We gave hundreds of books to the library, the regional and local high school, the Senior Center — and the bookshelves were STILL full. And of course, people GIVE us books. I love them for caring, but I have nowhere to put them. Nowhere to even put a bookcase. We are totally booked out!

      I never win prizes — except books. EVERY time I enter a contest and one of the prizes are books? I’ll win — and then there will be another dozen books in my life. I don’t enter contests where books are the prize. I live in dread of winning.

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  2. It would a relief when you’ve completed this task.

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