8/3: Plan of attack for packing:

• under the bed (and floor, ouch) comes first
• bookshelf must be gutted by Friday
• then the side table and covered desk storage
• then the top of desk
• then walls
• then clothes

8/8: Packing update: I have joked that moving feels like dying, with my parents over and over again saying, “At least she’s going to a better place.” —However, as it approaches, I do feel like I am moving closer to death. I placed, at this weekend, two vases in my room stuffed full of bright spider mums, and it is the biggest crime watching the room meet its death around them. I oughtn’t to have started packing until the day before the move, I think to myself, for being in such an atmosphere is causes deaths, in me, over and over again—me, the least sentimental of women, turning to have such a large, weak heart.

8/9: Update: packing is so boring

8/10: I have to be done packing tonight, because I want to have plans tomorrow and Friday. I’m going to make a new list. Still-to do:

• create a trash bag for keeping shoes and donating shoes
• go to the post office and grocery store
• sort through covered desk storage: move most of it to hall closet
• sort through the covered side table stuff
• clear the tops of the desk and table
  
• sort through keeping and staying pens
• pick out enough clothes for seven days, then trash bag the rest
• pack hiking gear and clothes in a storage tub
• inventory stuff like glue, tape, brushes, pencils, then pack
• pack breakables
• clear the magazine rack and box in the closet
• clean my bed
  
• recycle old, broken laptop under the bed
• clean out under the bathroom sink
• finish clearing the miscellany on the bookshelf
• clean out my car
• shower
• pull the nails out of the wall
• pack shower stuff (+ buy tampons)
• clear the corner of my room of its crap
• pack my car
  

Okay. That’s a list with many items on it, but it’s not that bad because that’s it. Yay! End in sight. Whoo. Shit, my room looks disastrous. I don’t look like I’ve been packing for a week now, and Papa is skeptical, hahaha — for good reason. I told him I’d be done by the time he got home today. And… it’s not. But it’ll be done tonight, for sure. :)

8/10: I have box a photo box that stores 100 4”x6” photos. Right now, it has many more than 100 in it, and it is straining, but I continue finding and adding photos to it, one by one. It makes me wonder at the line where one more truly becomes too much.

8/11, 12:27: UGH PACKING :( :( :(

8/11, 12:50: Okay, I’m not done yet, but I’ve got to make a to-do list for today, too. Today, I HAVE to:

• scan pages from my field notebook for Farling and the boys
• upload images from the camera, then put them onto a CD (to give to Joe?)
• study for the damned math placement test

8/11, 1:15: I have far, far too many clothes. I thought I had “cleaned it out” in May, but I hadn’t, and so I think I will be shedding some more once I get out there, haha.