I was sitting in the dining room helping Justin with his packing to move. My job? Sort and roll socks, and fold numerous t-shirts and polos. Roughly? Perhaps 50 of them, possibly more. My shoulder got sore, only one of them strangely enough, from all the folding.
Here is Sheldon, the obsessive/compulsive star of The Big Bang Theory, folding his weekday t-shirts with this device. He washes and dries his clothes on Saturday night at 8:15 pm. Once, to upset him, Penny went downstairs and used every washer, promptly at 8:14 pm! Justin is ordering this device for his use at his new home.
It reminded me of my married days, when I would refer to my spouse's closet as the "land of a thousand shirts". In Italian, the word is "millecamicia". Justin would prefer that to the English expression. Justin wanted his shirts folded into squares which I did my best to do. He meant folded, I later discovered, as compared to rolled, so he could pack them in his bins more readily.
At this moment he has taken a load of packed plastic bins (only plastic used these days, after the Great Flood of 2010!) to the new house, using my car. His hatch doesn't open any longer in his car, and mine is much easier to load from the back. Thankfully, The Palace has a dolly!
He reportedly got 10 such bins into my car for his ride to Mandarin. He is allowing 30 minutes to the house, 30 to unload, and another 30 to get back here. We will reload the cars, then, and go over together. Dinner is at Chili's on that side of the river, as he has a coupon for the pretzel sticks. Yum!
In this packing situation, his stuff has now taken over the living room and the dining room tables. It is easier to pack in wide open spaces and there is no extra space in his room to do so. All I hope for is the messes be cleared away for the Easter feast.
Another fun job I got was sorting a gallon-sized resealable bag stuffed with writing implements. He said they were accumulated since high school, which is very likely so. Justin and I both appreciate writing tools, even though I type most of the time now. Anyway, he only wished to keep 'special' pens and pencils (i.e. one from the Waldorf-Astoria) so the rest, those I don't want, are going to church. There must have been more than a hundred in the collection, which I patiently wiped clean with a baby wiper before handling. I have a 'thing' about yukky stuff, you know? (see Sheldon above...) Besides, I love the smell of the wipers!
Another fun job I got was sorting a gallon-sized resealable bag stuffed with writing implements. He said they were accumulated since high school, which is very likely so. Justin and I both appreciate writing tools, even though I type most of the time now. Anyway, he only wished to keep 'special' pens and pencils (i.e. one from the Waldorf-Astoria) so the rest, those I don't want, are going to church. There must have been more than a hundred in the collection, which I patiently wiped clean with a baby wiper before handling. I have a 'thing' about yukky stuff, you know? (see Sheldon above...) Besides, I love the smell of the wipers!
While I was sitting out in the dining room, doing the folding and socks, I tried to listen to my programs on the radio. Not possible! Without wishing to blast the radio, I decided to simply listen to the sound of the jack hammers busily breaking the tiles, and the silence, right below my unit. I feel badly for those who live on the 2nd floor, with this outside their doors and windows all day. They are working longer days this week in order to leave early on Good Friday.
This earlier morning, Justin was in my room, making his battle plans for the day. I was lamenting the accumulation of concrete/grout dust settling on my exterior doors and even on my floors from us walking about. Knowing how sensitive I am about dust, he said he has to move out of here because of it. Ha, he cracks me up! I will dust, lightly, on Saturday, but that's it, with my apologies to the guests on Sunday for the rest!
