The last few days have been spent in moving limbo, neither here nor there.
Coffee - Here. Coffeepot - There. Computer - Here. Cables - there. And there's a whole list of stuff that could be here or there or who knows where, but is mainly lost in limbo, buried under countless boxes of other stuff, and so I'll be searching the next month for things that I packed and misplaced, this is how it will be.
So much rubbish.
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I sold the antique haunted table, finally, the buyer an older South American woman who had lost her husband in the Chilean coup of '73, he became one of the "disappeared", she fled to Canada afterwords with her children, lived here ever since, she loved Antiques and waxed so poetical about the lost values of craftsmanship that I almost didn't want to sell it.
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3 non-working accordions. 2 non functional trumpets. 100 litres of wine corks. 2 broken antique typewriters. 100 antique candlesticks. I'm a hoarder. There are issues, I know, I'm working on overcoming them. 4 moves in 2 years has done a lot to help me.
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And for all the downsizing - and there's been a lot - there's still an awful lot of rubbish. An Awful lot. Miles of it, and I have to sort through 100 boxes, items I haven't seen in years yet somehow imagined I'll need....1 by 1, find the gems, save them, sever the attachments, sell it or give it away, open another box, do it again. There's easily a month's full time work in this. But I've begun...
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Today, finish up the old house, return drawers (out of boxes, just packed the entire kitchen drawers) order skip for rubbish in backyard, take internet signal booster because I might need it, add it to the box of 200 stereo, vcr, coaxial cables that I've saved, I might need it. And there's a garage sale, local, 9:00, and I know better but I'm going to go anyways...