the kitchen table

I have had this fabulous kitchen table.
I love it.
Sadly I don't use it much.
I do like to look at it though , every morning I walk past it and think how much I love it and wish I spent more time using it.

Lately I have been.  There is just something about a kitchen table.  And having a great view to both the front door and the TV all from one seat.

So a friend asked how the packing was going.  I've been puttering away...had a great throwing stuff away session with another great friend who knows how to cut out the things you will never look at again.
But, I have a long way to go.
How is the packing going?

This was my process when we started to think about moving.
Meh, you know we don't have that much stuff. I am pretty good about throwing away junk and we don't have THAT much stuff.  Should be a breeze. I've done this so many times. Easy.

Incidentally, I was talking to a moving company about quotes. I told him we just needed someone to drive the truck we would load and unload, and pack. Not that big a deal.  He went on to explain that I really should not do that. For a move like that I needed a professional mover to really pack things right, you don't just put things in the truck and drive away.(really, what do you do?) Now, to be fair he had no idea how much moving I had done and that this was in fact my um....5th packing for a cross Canada move, (5 being mine, family and friends who I have assisted in the packing and moving and shipping process, dude, I'm a pro) Before I laid into him, he did ask if I had also been drinking that day as it was Friday and he always has a few on Friday, and every other work day.  1. If I just want a truck and driver quote, do what I ask. 2. Don't tell a potential customer you are currently drinking on the job.

So as the looming decision to move neared, I started to take stalk again. There is a lot of stuff I just don't like, grew out of love with and generally don't need.  Begin garage sale pile.  There is too much stuff in this house, oh well future Becky can deal with it.

Three weeks away from the move. I walk through the house daily, examine each pile. Freak out about how much stuff we still need to get ride of and sell, and wander some more. I pack a box or two and move to the designated packed box room. Then examine that room as the room becomes smaller and smaller and there is so much more to pack. Then I wander the house and freak out more.

one less freak out session for me, finalizing jobs in sask is looking pretty good.  Whew.....

I know everything will come together in the end it always does.  But how boring would the process be without  a little freak out and calming down?

The kitchen table made the cut, its coming with.  The coffee maker however did not.  He was added to the garage sale pile. See ya Henry.  I am hoping to replace you with a nice silver Gerrardo in the future.