Boxes, Boxes, Everywhere

This is a story about boxes.  They came to visit sometime in the middle of October and within two days had eaten all our stuff.  Here's proof.

The books strategically fit into boxes that look small enough to pick up. Just don't do it without a hernia belt, or you'll twist your back into a pretzel.

Anya's room. Wait, wasn't this space cleared up and pretty just a couple of months ago?  Oh well...

Our room, on the other hand, hasn't been this clean in a while.  See the box on top?  That one might hold Andrea's sweaters.  Or maybe the one below it.  Hmm.

The Moving Truck.  And various items scattered across the front lawn for all the neighbors to see.  Where did all this stuff come from?  Anyway, all the boxes said goodbye and piled into the truck along with their new-found friends and left.  Beautiful day for a move huh?

With all our stuff gone and our little house empty and echo-ey, I guess there's nothing left to do but say goodbye ourselves and find another place to call home.

Here it is.  But it's empty.  Hmph.

Just when we were starting to wonder what we were going to do with an empty house, a couple of familiar trucks wandered by.  Hey, how about pulling in here?

Books in the family room.  Lots of books.  Did the books have babies?

The master bedroom.  Remember that box with the sweaters in it?  I think it's the one on the bottom.  Or maybe that one... 

The living room.

And the kitchen.  Both seem to have been struck by the same proliferation of boxes. Most are finally unpacked. Some have been relegated to the basement for storage.  Indefinitely.

I was able to make space for the van before winter, but I'm afraid the garage will be an ongoing project.

Anybody need any boxes?