Mike's job before he moved here, during the two weeks after he retired, was to go through all the stuff (i.e. crap) in our house and decide what to move and what to take to the dump/Goodwill/give away/burn. This was after I had a major garage sale and gave away practically an entire house of stuff/crap. When I'd call him he'd be out playing golf, on his way to playing golf or on his way back from playing golf. Which explains the high level of stress I sensed in our phone calls three days before he was to leave for Redmond.
The day he loaded the truck, with help from a group of wonderful friends, he was calling me every 15 minutes to ask if he should bring something. "Should I bring the Monopoly game that I found under the couch that doesn't have any Monopoly money?" Should I bring the wooden box that weighs 100 pounds that has two camp stoves in it that don't work?" "Should I bring the generator that's still in a box that weighs 600 pounds that we've hauled from Oregon to Colorado?" "Should I bring the piece of carpet that the dogs sleep on in the garage?" "Should I bring the empty mayonnaise jars?"
What he didn't ask is if he should bring the Christmas cactus that my grandmother gave us for our wedding 28 years ago which I've babied along for 28 years...he gave that away to someone he can't remember. What he didn't ask is if he should bring the door that Ian has been decorating with stickers from all the Colorado ski areas that he's been to that he wants to use in his new room as a headboard...Jordan stopped at the house and mailed the door...it cost Mike $93. What he didn't ask is he he should bring the iris bulbs that I brought from Oregon given to me by a now passed aunt and planted in Colorado then dug back up to bring to Oregon in a box labeled IMPORTANT...he threw those away - he thought they were weeds.
I keep telling myself it's just stuff and that everything is replaceable. I guess I can buy a new Christmas cactus and pretend my grandmother gave it to me. I can also buy more bulbs. But I must admit that it's quite annoying when I see he used space in the van to bring two plastic garbage cans worth $1.50. Or a half a package of toilet paper. Or a broken broom. Or my favorite - an empty box. Seriously.
Oh well, I guess we really are starting a new life...maybe even with a new husband.
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