Packing and Dentistry
It occurred to me today that packing is like going to the dentist. It hurts a little, you find a lot of stuff you don’t want, and it takes altogether way too much time. Mandy and I are nomadic; we love to move around. But it is a pain. Again, kind of like the dentist’s ultrasonic gum-cleaner thingy. Painful, but feels good. Every time we move, we get rid of stuff. Given the circumstances, we are getting rid of a lot this time around. I must own thousands of books; I suppose I collect them, much to Mandy’s chagrin. But I just boxed up several hundred headed for the thrift store. (The Castle Rock thrift store uses donations to feed the needy – I like that.) And I have a few hundred more boxed up headed for Denver Seminary. Maybe they will name a building or park bench or tree or probably a small plant behind the chapel after me. I do hope someone can be blessed by this relatively painful experience.
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