Not trying to be anti-social, but we have been busy unpacking box after box-and I have been dealing with the S.O. in tears as one of her prize hibachis and or plates comes out of a box in pieces.
It takes time to sort though the baggage of one’s life-properly or mistakenly acquired. Please stay tuned.
And if you can tell me where the bastards packed the brackets for the mirror, I would be appreciative…….
Skippy,
The box that has the brackets for the mirror is in the box going to the other Skippy-san (same last name and first initial instead it is spelled Jon instead of John) who just moved to Pt. Mugu. You won’t every see that box again.
Tell the S.O. what is completely worst then breakage of favorite dishes is knowing for a fact that you packed up that family heirloom, but can’t find it in any of the boxes. Then only to find it 35yrs later while cleaning out the garage and finding that one box which just happened to stay packed and pushed off to the corner near all the Christmas stuff. That is what just happened to my folks.
My mom had received as a wedding gift a huge portrait/family tree of my mothers family back in 1975. Four moves back and forth between the Oceana and Whidbey, the box that this portrait was packed away in a box and later on shuffled away to be unpacked later. Later became the next move, the next move, and then the next move. It is now seventeen years since my father retired from the Navy and six months after he finally retired. Word came down to clean the garage. While cleaning the Garage we find a heavy box that is marked with the words (and in my mothers handwriting) master bedroom. In it was this portrait. The frame had rotted out and the glass was cracked but the print was in good condition. So they just had it re-framed and hung it up.