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Today has been spent thinking about move logistics. Most of this took the form of going through all my clothes and tossing all the ones that don't fit me, or are worn out, or that I never wore and may as well not carry around. (This includes every pair of underwear I owned three weeks ago, save one.) Damn I've got a lot of clothes. And I even got rid of a bunch during the move last year.
So an entire garbage bag worth is going out to the trash, and maybe 2.5 garbage bags' worth (I haven't bagged these, so am not sure) is not. Of the stuff l am not trashing, a good bit of it is going to my mother. (It's kind of fun to have the hand-me-downs go the other way. Heh.) And the rest will be dropped at Goodwill. (Perfectly fine T-shirts that my mother won't have any interest in, for example.)
I also loaded a shelf of books into a crate, and weighed it. Crate and all, it came to 27 pounds. So I figure I've got a bit under 200 pounds of books to ship. The max shipment I can make is 66 lb, so call it 198 lb for the easy math. Shipping rate is $.90/lb through the USPS, which comes out to $178.20 for all of them. That's not quite as bad as I was expecting. Now I have to do the cost-effectiveness calculation on my bike.
In further shoulder-obsessing, I am fairly sure today that my shoulders are even straighter than they were on Thursday right after the massage. That is ineffably cool. And my mother went through a bunch of pictures for me this evening, looking for evidence of crooked shoulders in my past. They were definitely crooked after my car accident in 1994, and the jury is still out on whether they were crooked after my Sears banner accident in 1989. But at the very least that's almost nine years of a problem, gone almost completely away in a weekend. It may even be fourteen. I am in awe.
So an entire garbage bag worth is going out to the trash, and maybe 2.5 garbage bags' worth (I haven't bagged these, so am not sure) is not. Of the stuff l am not trashing, a good bit of it is going to my mother. (It's kind of fun to have the hand-me-downs go the other way. Heh.) And the rest will be dropped at Goodwill. (Perfectly fine T-shirts that my mother won't have any interest in, for example.)
I also loaded a shelf of books into a crate, and weighed it. Crate and all, it came to 27 pounds. So I figure I've got a bit under 200 pounds of books to ship. The max shipment I can make is 66 lb, so call it 198 lb for the easy math. Shipping rate is $.90/lb through the USPS, which comes out to $178.20 for all of them. That's not quite as bad as I was expecting. Now I have to do the cost-effectiveness calculation on my bike.
In further shoulder-obsessing, I am fairly sure today that my shoulders are even straighter than they were on Thursday right after the massage. That is ineffably cool. And my mother went through a bunch of pictures for me this evening, looking for evidence of crooked shoulders in my past. They were definitely crooked after my car accident in 1994, and the jury is still out on whether they were crooked after my Sears banner accident in 1989. But at the very least that's almost nine years of a problem, gone almost completely away in a weekend. It may even be fourteen. I am in awe.
