For every time we've moved (over 14 times) in the 15 years we've been together, Dustin and I have learned a trick or two on how to do it successfully. In learning to do it right, one often has to do it wrong...
Don't bother packing the following and don't ask why:
When D and I were living in sin in Salt Lake City back in 1999 (we were 19 and unmarried and drinking. Gasp.), I was preparing us and his older brother, Ryan, cocktails in the kitchen. The kitchen was a beyond a disaster. Sorry, Ryan, but it was. It was scary. It was dangerous. Literally every surface was covered with materials for Ryan's architecture assignments. Even the floor. And, yes, the cupboards. The top of the fridge. The sink. Everything. We didn't even make food in there because it was so encrusted with paper, card stock, foam core board, exact-o knives, pins, shavings, wood, plastic sheeting, etc. Whatever. I'm sliding right back into the complaint department. I was making cocktails that only a 19 year old has the money and interest to make: screwdrivers. I wasn't aware that Dustin was watching me from the kitchen doorway while I pushed aside debris to make room for our three mismatched mugs. I poured the two ingredients in each and began half-heatedly looking for something to stir with. Spoons would be the obvious answer but, no. We didn't have any. Clean ones or otherwise. Take-out chop sticks? Nope. The handle of a peanut butter smeared knife? How 'bout that plaster spattered, dust tinged Phillips head screw driver? Yes. I stirred each drink contentedly as Dustin crept up behind me, gave me a big hug and whispered, "That's muhgurl."
These pictures are from March but I am still hanging on to it as it's proof that a) we have friends and b) we had a dinner party for four. In 2011, I had pledged to have more dinner guests. So far, this is a fanciest it has been but I am counting it as a huge score. Trevor bought the grub and we cooked it up while he serenaded us with music he has been working on. Fun times. Alden enjoyed some of the "crap" (meaning CRAB in his language) but mostly he is a fan of the beets. A "bigk" "faaan" of "bits".
Having daily delivery makes sense on so many levels. The best part is that you only have to have a minimum of a $10 order per week to get the free delivery. Considering that 1/2 gallon of organic whole milk is the price of a gallon of gas, we have no problem get that delivery free every time. It is so nice to not have to go to the store for the daily staples. I find that my grocery bill has gone down because I am no longer picking up impulse items along with the usual suspects each visit to the store. We are keeping it local. We are getting it fresh (the eggs are picked up the night before from the nests). And who among us doesn't like to have a magic box that promises cheese every Tuesday morning?