Yesterday, much got accomplished.  On top of progress in sorting and packing (we are pretty much out of boxes again), someone who bought a piece of furniture was a huge help.  I had other stuff I was giving away for free, but the people who said they were coming for them didn’t show.  This couple ended up taking them. There were many other things they took that were intended for Goodwill, saving us trips.  They even took the large fish we had not been able to find a new home for.

A few more large items are going away today.

It has been amazing.

Yet every time I pause a moment, numbers start floating through my mind.

I wake during the night and find I have been doing calculations in my sleep.

I have become obsessed by weight.

Everything comes down to weight.

If we have X number of boxes, and they average Y pounds, at $0.Z per pound, they will weigh XYZ. Plus the weight of the piano, plus the tank and stand, plus the mattresses and the few pieces of furniture left, plus the surcharges…

I brought our scale down and weighed a small box of books.  Then another. Despite my efforts to pack only so many books, then use light stuff as space fillers, one was over 40 pounds. The other almost exactly 40 pounds.  A small box of kitchen stuff was only 20 pounds.  

I don’t know what a lot of them weigh. The boxes? My scale is big enough for only the smallest ones. The mattresses? They are light, but then, I thought a 40 pound box weighed only 30.  The few shelves? The two remaining bed frames?  I have no idea. What am I forgetting? What about the stuff in the storage closet we haven’t even touched yet?

I adjust my average for my calculations.

If we leave the rest for the movers to pack, how many boxes will that be? How much will they weigh?

Let’s not forget the gridwall on the deck.

Oh, that other thing we need to pack. I guess we need a few more boxes, after all. How much does it weigh?

My habit of rounding up begins to freak me out.

My calculated weight goes up.

*ChachingChaching*

In my mind, I see the number in the bank account dwindle. 

That still has to pay for little things here. Do we buy more boxes? It would be cheaper to have the movers pack it. But we will still need to buy a few.

I need to buy more gas before we leave.

Once the fresh food is gone, we will be eating purchased, pre-made food only. *chaching*

We will need money for gas for the drive out.

We will need money for food during the drive.

We will need money for…

*ChachingChaching*

How much will it weigh? How much will the movers ultimately cost?

Will we have enough?

All we can do is keep bringing that weight down.

And the numbers float in my head. The calculations continue, even in my sleep.

I am completely obsessed with weight.

The Re-farmer