We open a box. We unwrap the stuff inside (the paper it's wrapped in is called "crush") and put the stuff away. We then put the crush back in the box it came out of. The amazing part? The crush doesn't fit back in the box it came out of. Witness:
|Boxes overflowing with crush|
|Wardrobe box upon wardrobe box|
Maybe we will just live out of wardrobe boxes for a while.
The kitchen is unpacked. We added all of our old Ikea IVAR shelving to make everything fit. I spent today assembling shelving in the basement. Not stacking it with boxes, just assembling it. And I'm 9 bolts short of being able to finish (how did I lose 9 bolts?).
We still have no furniture. KC took over one director's chair to sit on. We're moving in the furniture from the West Wing, but we need to make space for it first. And as soon as we take it out of the West Wing, our sanctuary won't really be that livable any more, so we're not in a rush to move it over.
Our dining table is covered in items that we don't know where to put as yet. We have dozens of boxes of art we're afraid to unpack as we don't know where it all will hang (we have MUCH less wall space than we used to), and we need to hand some of the stuff from the West Wing, too.
I have a sneaking suspicion we'll be at this moving thing for a while. And we're taking the next two days "off" from moving, heading back to Calgary tomorrow for basketball meetings, and going hiking on Thursday up to Sunshine Village where were were in July of 2009.