Tuesday, September 14, 2021

The Packing Grind

These are not, I fear the days of great blog posts but bear with me as I have to use the material I have to hand and these days it's all about choice. Does it come with us? Do we store it in the locker in Miami for future use? Do we sell it? Do we toss it? These are not thirty days that shook the world, but I will tell you this need for continuous unending decision-making gives you a taste for how much of our normal lives we live on autopilot. I took a break to read Bad Land by Jonathan Raban. I read his book Coasting years ago when I lived on my boat in Santa Cruz and absorbed sailing by proxy. Webb Chiles recommended Bad Land when I talked of crossing that part of the country to drive to Alaska. The lives of English √©migr√© would-be farmers is stark and a fascinating review of the immigrant fables as told as part of the myth of westward migration.
Unfortunately it doesn't take Layne long to finish her project and we're back at it. A complete set of pots and pans to be photographed for instance, is the next chore. She posts them on Facebook. On Sunday she sold our outdoor furniture to a man with an SUV who hauled away what was in effect our dining room in two trips. Our first Instapot is sold. The utility trailer used to haul motorcycles is sold. On and on the list goes. My preferred method would be to get a dumpster delivered and toss everything off the balcony. But I would be wrong; I think we might have made enough to keep us in Mexico for three months this winter so there's proof positive I'm an idiot. An impatient idiot.
We bundled our winter clothes and packed them alongside proper walking boots in a space not instantly accessible under the bed. The idea is when we reach frigid regions we will pull out knit caps, scarves, long underwear and heavy socks to deal with the cold, but until then we shall exist in an optimistic Spring of not too heavy clothes until the weather tells us, by force, we are no longer in the Keys.
My other clothes, and I do own some long pants by the way, are reduced to four bags which required some decision making. Do you want this or that...? I am the despair of the fashion conscious.
Happily the bags fit in the overhead bins on my side of the back of the van. The two bins on my side are smaller because the original dimensions mean I couldn't sit up so we went back to Custom Coach Creations in Deland for a re-do, and they rebuilt the boxes a little smaller so my seated frame will fit underneath without giving me a headache. $600 well spent. The little green patch masks the join where the liner was cut behind the old bins. They do a nice job in Deland.
As we demolish the house we practice storage for the van. Luckily we took the time to vacation last year in Michigan and those experiences gave us a chance to test ideas we had. Layne has been revamping her pantry as a result. And I am carrying boxes of spices and sauces up and down the stairs. One important thing for us to remember, and we sometimes forget, is that unlike sailing we will be traveling this time right past supermarkets and all manner of stores as we go, and we have to curb our tendency to picture ourselves away from stuff and thus overthink what we need to carry all the time. 
We pause too in the business of cleaning up when we come across certain stuff, including my old travel wallet (now for sale) with a strange assortment of small bills from Albania, Bosnia, Croatia and Nicaragua. Completely random. Layne says we may well use them and they have gone in the foreign currency drawer, wherever that is. I think it may be a few years before we get to spend two hundred Leks again but I certainly wouldn't mind driving Gannet2 through Albania and seeing what has changed since last time. 
But first we have to pack.