wonderment

All day at work ysterday, I had a crazy tingly feeling in my toes, fingers, legs, hair, everywhere. A sense of anticipation.
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Tonight we will be packing the house …
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At 530, I was out of there in a flash. Packed my bags and ran. I didn’t let anything distract me. No taking a detour down to town. No stopping by Shaw Plaza. Nothing.

Bought dinner and waited impatiently for the 154.

Got home, wolfed down dinner and then with a sparkly glint in my eye, I gave my sis a sidelong glance and said softly, “Let’s start.”

OH and the joy of just packing!!

We packed and we packed and we packed ….

The dishes, cookbooks, my mom’s stacks of files, my dad’s books, my clothes … you name it, we packed it.

I love the crinkle of newspaper.
I love to place wrapped china gently into boxes.
I love the zap sound when you peel off the masking tape.
I love to seal the boxes.
I love to write with my whiteboard marker in large scrawly letters: “FRAGILE - MY MOM’S STUFF - GLASS”

And well, the packing party lasted from 8pm - 12mn, 4 solid hours until the last of the 3rd roll of masking tape was spent.

At the stroke of midnight, we hadn’t quite finished but no masking tape left, my mom had given up 2 hours ago, my dad couldn’t figure out what to throw away, everyone was sleepy, so we stopped.

Dusty hands.
Sneezing.
Itchy eyes.
Sweaty forehead.
Aching neck and shoulders.
Dirty feet.

Ohh… but the feeling of seeing those boxes piled high and sealed feels so gooood!!!