Suzy Says
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Boxing Day
March 22nd, 2009 by suzy in Uncategorized

Why is it that even though I’m (technically) a grown-up, Sunday evenings are just as depressing as they were when I was a kid? I no longer have to worry about my homework being done, but that seems to be very little comfort when facing yet another week of work and worries. Seriously, kids: being a grown-up is not fun! It’s not eating pizzas and staying up late every night. It’s paying bills and wondering how on earth you’re going to pay your taxes and what horrible thing is going to happen next.

Forgive the gloom, but I’m crampy and crabby* and my living room is awash in countless boxes, giving it that just moved in look so few decorators can achieve. Yesterday, I met my brother at the storage, and we loaded up my brother-in-law’s truck with approximately a zillion boxes of my stuff, which are now sprawled all over my living room, making themselves at home.

The kitties, of course, are delighted, and are happily climbing on top of them, sniffing them, clawing them, jumping at them, trying to pry them open, etc., whereas I mostly gaze at them gloomily and then go make a drink.

Today I did go through a couple, and at least half of it can be trashed, but even that is problematic, since my trash can is positively petite, while the green bin is unnecessarily capacious. I could go the traditional route and dump everything under the freeway like everyone else around here, but I think I’ll try and find the real dump instead.

In the meantime, it’s girl vs. boxes. I think I know who’s going to win.

*This seems to get worse and worse as I get older, and an informal survey reveals that this is usually the case. I was pinning all my hopes on achieving menopause soon, but apparently you get all the monthly girl grossness plus added delights, such as hot flashes. For years. I don’t think there’s a man out there who could endure the amount of pain and misery we girls do, not to mention the indignity and grossness, and I’m not even counting the waxing or the mammograms here.

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3 Responses

As a man, I will not even pretend to know how you feel, I can only wish you stenght and better days ahead. From experience, those good days always make us forget the difficult ones, be brave Suzy, the boxes…well, they will come and go just like time.

I know how you feel, sister friend.

Boxes? Oy vey…I know about those. Thank God for a massive walk-in closet where I have a bunch not yet unpacked. We won’t discuss when I moved last.

Wish you lived nearby – ’cause you need some hugs & you would sure get them here.
As those boxes seem to be a source of depression -or one anyway, why not store them somewhere else where you will not be so aware of them and when you move you could deal with them at that time.
OR get down to it and have one side for CHUCK & the other for SAVE……..


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