Oct 16 2009
News for Papers
If you look carefully through the plum tree, you can see the remains of Oxycotin Girl’s former abode. The destruction started a few days ago, when I thought they were merely replacing the roof. But after peeling off the roof, they started to tear down the supports, and are now slowly tearing down the walls. Surely there must be a faster way of razing a house? I can’t tell you how hard it is on a girl’s few remaining nerves to hear nails being wrenched out of boards (squeeakkk!) for hours on end, then hammering and sawing on walls. It’s a discordant symphony.
With the Destructo Symphony in the background, I packed up a few more boxes. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m running out of newspapers. I’ve been saving them up for this very purpose, but like all people who move, I discovered that I underestimated the amount of things I have – despite the fact that I packed and unpacked them less than two years ago.
Slow learner, I guess.
One thing I did learn was the reason for the demise of the American newspaper. It’s simple: the newsprint comes off on your hands. By the time I had packed up my champagne glasses, decanters, and the heirloom Wedgwood salad bowl and biscuit jar, my hands were black. Even my Sweet Heart nails were smudged. I had made the mistake of scratching my nose and pushing my hair back, so I looked like a pre-Prince Cinderella. How do these folks expect people to read the paper on the way to work and arrive in a presentable state?
4 Responses to “News for Papers”
Sounds as though the house is being dismantled so carefully in order that the wood can be reused to build another house or for some other purpose.
I’m envious of your biscuit jar….we used to have one at home, but goodness knows what happened to it.
Our Canadian newspapers are not so bad nowadays, thank goodness.
Not long now before you move. What are you going to do about Henry?????
jx
Hahaha everything is in SPLINTERS! I think they can’t afford a wrecking ball or professional crew and that’s why they’re doing it themselves. Weird, though.
I wish I’d taken a picture of the salad bowl and servers before I packed them so you could see them. Maybe if/when I unpack. 🙂
Plan is to lock Henry on the back porch and the girls in the laundry room while loading the truck. I’m counting on my firefighter brother to wrestle Henry into the carrier (while wearing gloves). There’s nowhere to hide on the porch, so hopefully it won’t be too bad. Will have to keep all three inside for a few days after I move – wish me luck!
You must be anxious for the move, I can feel the tension and frustration setting in, hope you get to bring Henry, it would be sad to see him left behind, he’s all the kindness and love he’s ever known.
I would never leave him behind.