It's almost time for the packers to arrive. I still need to clean out the refrigerator, take all the emptied glass and plastic containers to the recycling center. There are a number of items I don't want to take to Florida but I can't find anyone to pick them up: Bill's old desk and work table, three office chairs, three filing cabinets, a lift chair and three sets of golf clubs.
I'm dreading disconnecting from the internet, but the modem has to go back to the cable company. If a friend will return the modem and two DVRs, I can wait until the last day to unplug. *shiver* It's like losing a lifeline!
Before moving I decided I should get an appraisal of the paintings Bill had collected over the years. Luckily the appraiser was able to do it quickly. I was gob-smacked when I got it. Now I'm hustling to get more insurance before the move. Even though I always knew Bill "didn't collect no junk", I wasn't expecting the value to be so high.
At least I was able to ship most of the memorabilia he had collected in his 76 years to his children and the grandchildren. He never threw anything away so there were trunks full of pictures, miscellaneous military papers, commemorative mugs and plaques. Thank goodness for UPS.
Now I need to "practice pack" the car.
