Packed our first box today

Tom was worried that the boxes I picked up from my mom's house might be a bit seedy. They have been in previous moves. Some looked like they had been wet at some point. The garage may have leaked on them while in storage. I taped a few up and they seem to still be in working order. I will use the ones we can use. There were enough boxes to fill my car. It was a good start.

I had a friend call and ask if I could play but I said I was going to start packing. Then another friend called a little later and asked if I wanted to walk. I looked at Bucky, our dog, and thought he looked a bit fat. He could use a walk. It would only be an hour. Well, my girlfriend thought she had been texting another friend who lived on the south side of town. I couldn't figure out how we could have been missing each other on the path as we had agreed to meet mid way. She had been going in the opposite direction on the path. I had been heading south and so had she, until she realized I was the north end friend and turned around. The end result was I walked the path twice trying to connect with her. When we finally did connect we had to sit and rest. Bucky was beat. His happy ecstatic lets go for a walk had mutated to a happy to rest in the shade. He lagged behind on the walk home and could barely show interest as we passed other dogs on the path, collapsing in a long nap afterwards. It felt good to get some exercise.

I was treated to a late lunch to make up for the confusion, which delayed the packing even further. Finally, by late afternoon, I motivated and boxed up the closet toys in the boy's game room and found a few more items to donate or gift away. Its a small start on this monster project. Its a start. I have to pack one way or another, even if I don't know where we will be in three weeks yet. We have to be somewhere else.

I am going up to look at a house for sale by owner, and a rental this week as we look at plan D and plan E. One of our plans has got to come to fruition. We'll see which one. I am still hopeful that the big house will happen. It would be a great father's day present for Tom if I could give him a house by next weekend.