"Box" has become a dirty word with Fiancee S. and myself. It feels like boxes have become akin to cockroaches at our apartment ever since Fiancee S. moved in. Some appear and take over our dining area. These are unpacked, flattened, and lugged downstairs to be recycled. Peace reigns temporarily for a week or two. Then, Fiancee S.'s father suddenly calls and more boxes appear.
The most recent (and hopefully final) wave of boxes that arrived at our apartment are from disaster recovery storage. As I believe I have mentioned, the roof blew off Fiancee S.'s house last November. The homeowner's insurance company called in a "disaster recovery crew" who immediately swooped in and placed a good many valuables in storage. Since the house in question is now fixed and sold, storage is no longer being paid for by the insurance company. Since Fiancee S. has "inherited" everything from the house her father does not want, those boxes must come out of storage. They also MUST come here.
The disaster recovery crew were packing sadists. They evidently got so many complaints about damage to stored articles that they packed boxes to survive a nuclear holocaust. This meant taking a 1.5 cubic foot storage box (which is... something like 0.04 cubic meters to our metric friends), placing six china plates or crystal drinking glasses wrapped in paper and bubble plastic in it, and then surrounding this precious treasure with a forest worth of wadded up packing paper to fill any empty space.
When the 70+ boxes packed by the disaster recovery crew in this way were delivered to our dining room, it was immediately apparent that some re-packing would be required. Little did we know how much. Fifteen large trash bags of discarded packing paper later, we re-packed about 60 of those boxes into a mere 20-25 1.5 cubic foot boxes. These boxes will be moved to a rented storage facility as soon as a van can be borrowed for the trip. It took us 6-8 hours on a Saturday afternoon to accomplish this task.
This, my friends, is the reason why "box" is a dirty word around here right now.
on 2003-10-21 at 6:32 a.m.
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