I have to admit I find my wanting to unpack, well a bit wanting. I have no desire to unearth the items in the dozens of boxes littering my floor.
I am more excited about cooking dinner right now. I am making an old favorite, chicken and rice with mushrooms and I am making a spinach and tomato salad with Braggs dressing for the side. It is still nice out here so I feel I need to take advantage of this and use the oven before it become to hot to use it on a daily. So dinner is my inspiration for unpacking.
Why? Well, because the clay pot I use to make this dish in is buried…somewhere…in a box.
You see I had all the good intentions when I first began packing. I had my handy dandy marker and a pen a nd paper. I would tape up a box and mark “1” and then on my paper write ‘1’ as well and proceed to loosely list the boxes contents. This happened for the first 28 boxes, at which point I was running out of time for boxing, and packing became a free for all. Anything and everything was thrown into boxes and so long as it sorta fit, the box was taped up numberless.
It was during this mayhem that I lost my clay pot. So now I must find it. I am looking at it as a scavenger hunt and hopefully it will not take me until dinner time to find it.
So with that in mind I am off to explore the uncharted waters of box-dom.