Cardboard Boxes

I think the worst part about moving is unpacking. I'm sitting here looking at the boxes knowing I don't want to do it. The wine alone will take up a whole wall. As a side note, we really have to drink some of that. While I love our wine trips to Napa and New York, we actually should crack open a bottle once in a blue moon.

Part of the problem is to unpack we first have to deal with our new furniture. We were smart and moved some of our new furniture unassembled and still in their Ikea boxes. So that's 3 dressers, 2 bookshelves, 2 cubby bookshelves, a kitchen buffet, and two table desks. How the hell am I going to put these together. I don't care if we have an electric screwdriver, this shit is impossible to deal with.

So I thought I'd get started on the bookshelves. My first issue was all the pieces and screws are in a blister pack. Blister packs are evil contraptions invented by psychotics in an effort to bring frustration to consumers. So while I violently poked at it, it flung open scattering all the screws and tiny nails everywhere.

A good part of the afternoon was spent on my hands and knees. After that, I found myself preforming minor feats of gymnastics to hold things while I screwed them together. Dina was back in Amherst cleaning the condo so it could be ready for its open house, so it was just me. Just so you know, when they say 2 people are required to build something, they mean it. Of course it would have gone smoother had all the pages of the instructions been there.

Anyway after 3 hours later we had one finished, though oddly leaning, bookshelf. I've never been so proud of creating something so wobbly.

"The 50-50-90 rule: Anytime you have a 50-50 chance of getting something right, there's a 90% probability you'll get it wrong." -- Andy Rooney