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Blog Entry 113 of 191 From the mountains to 6th Avenue
Many Evergreeners commute. It's been described as a commuter community. Accurate. So there is an etiquette to commuting. The first rule: Leave early. Even if you depart for a 9 to five job at 6:30 a.m., you will not be alone. If you like being alone on the highway, go to Montana. The second rule: Leave early If you don't get off til 5 p.m., take a book on tape, because you will be sitting in traffic near Federal and 6th, and entertainment of any kind is helpful. There are polite drivers, like me, who let others sneak in, especially in merge lanes. I try. You probably do too. The one thing I have decided that will not happen to me is that I will not be mangled in a car wreck on 6th Avenue or I-70 in either direction. What do you do to keep this promise to yourself?

Moving: All it takes, a checkbook, a dolly
Contributed by: Karen Groves   on 1/31/2007

If people would just throw their stuff away or recycle it or donate it to a worthy charity, moving wouldn't be such an enormous pain.

But do we do that?
NO.

Do I do that?
Absolutely not.

I keep things because as we all know, once you throw-give it away or donate it to EcHO, there will almost instantly arise a use for the object.

I am trying to think of an example to illustrate this well-known fact. I'll get back to you on that.

I just dedicated several days out of the last couple of weeks packing and moving my mother's belongings to her new living quarters on County Road 73 in Evergreen.

She has less room there, but because her roomhas anadjoining living room, she decided, "Of course I must have my sewing machine and all the paintings and the dresser and the stereo (which she never listens to) and be sure to put all the quilt material in boxes that will fit under the bed!"

After hiring (and paying for) three men and a truck to move the furniture (we had to take it to stop No. 1, my place, then stop No. 2, mom's new place) I was still carting boxes and boxes, which then deteriorated to an attitude problem that was just large arm loads of STUFF.

Now, my already-crowded-with-stuff house is crawling with more STUFF. Mom's stuff. Sometimes my husband's parents think they're being cagey and I will notice a box of very clean kitchen bowls, or platters that they have just deposited during one of their visits.

"What the heck is this stuff?" I rant.

I have to admit, mom's bookcases are pretty nice and make a wonderful addition to our home. The boxes of books that go in the bookcases now line the walls of the Ping Pong room, which is a once-useful former garage turned into what we have called for years, "the Ping Pong room," because at one time we actually played Ping Pong in the room.

There is no Ping Pong playing going on here now, unless you call batting a ping pong ball off the walls of the sorry little unfinished room.

The Ping Pong table is still there in an L-shape formation, meaning, half of it is folded up and the other half serves as a horizontal loading area for all the junk that comes in the door but has no real home.

There are lamp shades, books, hats, tools, mail, newspapers, and stuff that was rejected at a garage sale . . . the list goes on.

I keep thinking the table will collapse under the weight of unnecessary stuff, but no. Oh, it does provide a roof of sorts for all the the stuff that is stored UNDER the Ping Pong table.

Boxes of son's belongings he hasn't touched since he moved back in.

It goes on.

The result: I am considering going into the moving business.

After hauling all those boxes, furniture, broken picture frames, pieces of picture frame glass, boxes of memorabilia, blankets, towels, coats and more, I think I have refined my skills. I have strong arms. And if I invest in a dolly, hey, I have it made.

Where do I start?



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Submitted By: Charmaine Robledo
posted on 1/31/2007 @ 4:38:15 PM
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I know the feeling! Damon and I just moved this past weekend and we were amazed - wait, shocked - at how much stuff we had. Of course, we gave our stuff away to Goodwill. But I was pretty brutal, Damon was hesitant a couple of times, but I said, no - you don't use it, just lose it.
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