Tuxie Tuesday

I do not like getting INTO boxes, but that doesn't mean I don't like them. I like this little box. It was full of good smells, and I really checked it out quite thoroughly.

Truther Thursday

Oh my Bast! The wall of boxes gets bigger every day.  This is what it looked like about ten days ago.

and this is what the same corner looks like today.

Here is the other side...

Do not bother trying to find me in these photos. I am very well hidden. (Heh. Mom doesn't know it, but I am under one of the new chairs in the living room.)

Mom had a long fevver duster on a stick that was resting on the top of a box. I was playing with it, and now it has fallen behind the stack where Mom can't reach it. Oh well. (Double Heh.)

I am practicing being a Pirate, climbing on the stack of boxes, protecting my turf. Pirate Day is tomorrow.  Arrrr!


PS,
Ayla, Iza and Marley, "TOL" means "Top Of Load." It's for extra fragile stuff that has to be on the top of any stack.

Wacky Wednesday

 The studio is filled with boxes. They are stacked in front of the desk and the bookcase and the bureau. Mom can't get back there.

But I can!

Thinking Thursday

I'm thinking I had something to say in today's post, but I forgot what it was.

 Oh yeah. Mom's sewing room is filling up with boxes.

Box Overload

Lookit the two empty bookcases.

See this big stack of boxes?

They are filled with the stuff that used to be on the bookcases.  Mom has more books to pack, and she can't wait until they are all done. She says they take up more space than they should.

I think she means the boxes get TOO heavy TOO fast and she has to use more boxes. She has two more bookcases to pack and she says "Enough already!"

I have been sleeping under the table in the other room where I can watch but stay hidden.

Heh.

Got Boxes?

You don't think you're actually going to see ME inside a box, do you?

 Because you know that ain't gonna happen. However, if you want boxes, come over to my place.

These are just SOME of the moving boxes that were delivered yesterday.  Mom was eager to pack up her books. 

Mom got this many boxes packed before the tennis started last night. By the time she went to bed (after watching Roger win), she had twice this many packed, and had emptied three bookcases.

It's kinda funny looking around here, with bookcases empty, boxes stacked up all over the place; no pictures on the walls and cabinets and closets half full. 

Mom got herself a present. She bought some wind chimes for the new house. She's waiting to put them up at the new place, but you can go here to see what kind she got, and listen to the sound it makes. I like it, and (get this) the chimes she bought are BLACK, just like me!