The Little Things Count

It’s the little things that stump me. Yes, I’m relieved to have the house packed up (mostly). The boxes are in the storage unit. Only my clothes left to sort. But what should I do with the cords and cables to various electronic devices that I collected from numerous hiding places around the house? Or those magazines I saved? And what about the tall vase that won’t fit in a box? Store it? why? Will I ship it? Probably not. It’s too nice to trash. Not worth the time and trouble to sell it on Craigslist. So what, then?

Usually when I move, I throw those extra odd items in the back seat of the car and transport them casually to their new home. But the car isn’t going to France. I’ve moved many times–several times across country. But even then, the odds and ends went into the back seat. Now there’s no back seat. And space is premium, or rather the money it would cost to ship it is premium.

Relocating across the ocean brings up a new moving problem: everything must have a place, plan or purpose. Every item must be carefully considered. Will it fit in a suitcase? And if so, will it occupy a space that a more important item should fill? Can it be shipped? Is it too heavy? Is it worth it?

The best solution I’ve found for making some questionable items disappear is to bestow gifts on my friends. My musical friend gets the song books. The guitar goes to her husband. My roommate gets the piano. (Yes, there is a theme here; and yes, the frenchman is a musician, too). Today, another friend took the 200-lb treadle pottery wheel because her father collects antiques. And what would I have done with it otherwise? I’m not sure there’s a category on Craigslist for over-sized, antique pottery wheel.