Eight Things to do Whilst Packing
- Tape together boxes.
- Look at your books and …realize you’ve spent twenty minutes reading the first chapter of something you’re supposed to be packing,
- Sigh, pull yourself together, and begin to arrange them by height in a box.
- Eventually make your way to your bathroom,
- Begin to consolidate toiletries
- Watch as the other person in the room consolidates the shampoo
- Marvel as it refuses to consolidate
- Carry on deconstructing one’s possessions.
It’s been a strange week. On Monday, D. took it into his head to demand that T. lop off his ponytail. Thirteen inches of hair was then presented to T. in a banded bundle, (which she took and buried with all due ceremony). (Note to future hair-cutter-ists: Even if you’re abruptly sick of your hair, cutting hair evenly works better when it’s not in a rubber band. Just…a little heads-up.)
Once T. made the unique cut…um…presentable, D. trooped off to work, only to have no one in his entire office notice. He later went onto campus, visited his department, checked with the Master’s students he’s supposed to be supervising… and not one person noticed. D. went to the chiropractor. Who adjusted his spine. And commented on how big his muscles were getting. We’re going to chalk that up to a “did not notice” as well.
Granted, thirteen inches off still leaves D. with shoulder length hair. But it took him two days of going to work before two people noticed. The first person was the receptionist for the whole company. Not the people with whom he has been working on a project, no… just the woman who sees all five hundred employees every single day.
Boy, it’s been a long winter.
Ladies and gentlemen! The weather — she has changed!
Listen and marvel – it was actually 16°C today, which is a whopping 61°F. Ladies and gentlemen! Spring – or some such theoretical animal – has been sighted in the building! We have not had heat like that since, oh, September? Anyway — please stand for the ceremonial Shedding of the Garments, as Glaswegians everywhere prepare to appear in public underdressed, in five-inch skirts, no shirts, tube tops or spaghetti straps as if it’s 85°F!
Ah, well. I guess sun-deficient people have to soak it up as they can.
So, other than playing with our toiletries, we’ve been packing — and we’re moving next week — just five minutes before Easter, but we’ll be on location, keys in hand! Meanwhile, we’re already fielding phone calls from people trying to schedule getting in here to fix the place up. Better late than never, we suppose.
Tomorrow we’re off to capture the castle. Tune in for more photographic weirdness.
– D & T
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LOL. We see the same insistence to hang on to warm weather here. When the initial warm up of 66 deg faded to 46 the women downtown were continuing to wear short skirts…as if they could force the warm weather to return.
Perhaps it’s because he wears his hair in a ponytail? That’s the only reason I can figure.
Happy packing.
I’m pretty sure it’s only ever been 85 degrees in Glasgow once, and that was in July 2006. And then the spring/summer was cold and wet for the next two years. I figure we’re due some warm weather this year, but you never know in this country.
The reading of the books as I go along is one reason why we still have many unpacked boxes…they whisper my name relentlessly til I pick them up:)
Bean
LOL! No one noticed, huh? Happens to me at work all the time. I guess everyone is in their own world.
Paz
P.S. So, what did you do with the hair? Do they have Locks of Love in Scotland? 😉
I cut about 8 inches off of my hair and it was the same reaction. As in none from most people. But then a few people started noticing. And people are still noticing. Two months later.
Packing books is always hard.