Well, I packed 8 more boxes today and I still can't see much progress. I have now packed 106 boxes. I actually know why I'm not seeing any progress -- it's because I've been emptying cabinets and drawers so of course that's not immediately obvious.
Still, it would do my motivation good to actually see a reduction in "stuff."
When I went up to the townhouse over the weekend I took Marshall's motorcycle vest and his favorite hat and I have them hanging in the closet so that Marshall is now up there with me, too.
Today I tried to make an appointment for a garage door opener company to meet me next week at the townhouse to get a garage door opener installed. Well, the woman asked me so many foreign questions: "Do you want Liftmaster or Genie? Is your garage door 7 feet or 8 feet? Do you want chain or belt? Do you want battery backup or not? Do you want an upgraded motor?" My goodness, I sure miss Marshall.
I called a friend in Denver (Tony) and he's going to call the woman tomorrow and answer all the questions and then I can make the appointment. Thank goodness. Tony told me that shortly before Marshall died he talked to Tony and asked him to watch over me. Boy, am I taking advantage of that promise!
My next purchase will be a washer/dryer and the choices are ENDLESS! Marshall made it all look so effortless. I feel like throwing a dart...