tiredWe had been saving these boxes for two sets of friends who were moving during July. But none of these boxes were used.
Tomorrow is trash day. So tonight I moved out boxes.
I created a pile of boxes of a volume approximately 60% of the volume of Lori's car. I didn't bother to stack them neatly, so I didn't achieve my minor goal of creating a pile higher than my head; the pile was only about five and a half feet high.
I threw out gift boxes. I threw out the specialized boxes our china came in. I threw out the boxes for our computer and our monitor. I threw out the box for the VCR.
And once again I find myself thinking that throwing away boxes represents a strong commitment to having this stuff in this house. And this commitment is significant and nontrivial for me--witness the fact that it wasn't until this year that I threw away the box that had contained the alarm clock that I bought in 1989.
