Moving and My Husband

I am a "thrower-away" and my husband is a "keeper." This makes it difficult when you are moving. Last time, when we made the ill-fated move to Grand County, I was back in Oregon for eight months before moving here. During that time I got rid of a lot of stuff of my husband's; mainly T-shirts from college and wood.

My husband keeps all scraps of wood in the innate fear that he will need a piece of wood for one of his many un-finished projects  and he will not have it. We've only been in Granby six years but we have enough scrap wood to build a large, two-story home. I have asked him to "go through his woodpile" and get rid of wood. He came up with seven pieces that he figured he doesn't need to put in a U-Haul and drive 1,121 miles. I reminded him that I WILL NOT be here to help him load the truck. He then wandered out to the garage again, spent 45 minutes and found four more pieces that he could part with.

When I was in Oregon and he was here I burned all his wood. Really. It was a huge bonfire that almost caught the pump shed on fire (don't tell him that) but, I got rid of all his wood. When he returned to Oregon for a short visit in April, he needed to repair one of the horse stalls and almost divorced me over the fact that he had to buy a 2 x 4 ( $4.95). There were possums living in his woodpile. There was wood left from when we did our first remodeling on the house, seventeen years previous.

For about a year after we moved here he kept saying things like, "Where's that T-shirt I got when I ran in the Pear Blossom Run in 1973?"
 "I don't know, I think the movers lost it."
"Where's that poster of the space shuttle that my college roommate gave me?"
"I don't know, I think the movers lost it."
"Where's those boots I got when I went to Austria in 1976?"
"I don't know, I think the movers lost it."

Those poor movers; if I had been foolish enough to show Mike where the forms were to claim lost items, they'd be shaking their heads, people would be fired and they'd wonder what kind of a person claims a raggedy old T-Shirt.

Unfortunately, Mike will be here in Granby by himself for a short time trying to move everything. I've already packed MY stuff, so I don't need to worry about  the movers "losing" it. I'm just afraid that when we get to Oregon we will have paid oodles of money to move scrap lumber, old shirts and ski passes from 40 years of skiing (don't even get me started on that....)

Mike also had about 100 skis that he is insisting on moving. He has removed the bindings and taped them in bundles of ten (this took him two hours). He tells me he's going to make furniture out of them since now that he's retired he'll have lots of time for projects. I'm not sure whose house he thinks his ski furniture is going in. He says you can also make fences out of skis. I'm not sure what neighborhood he thinks we're moving to.

All I know is that I'm looking forward to him arriving in Oregon and me flinging open the doors of the van and saying "You packed this????"