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2016 was a momentous time for us. After my husband's mother died, we felt a tie being broken. That was when we decided we could move. We had been in our house for 27 years, our children were adults far away, and we needed to be in a community where we could settle for our (hopefully long) senior years.
Box after box, Goodwill trips, trash bins were all part of the experience until we handed our life over to the moving company. Soon our new house was a wall of boxes.
Finding another box to unpack had become routine in our new house. At first there would be a "OhLookatThis!" then there would be a moment of discovery and/or disappointment. With big sighs or sadness, the box was either unpacked OR closed up to be pitched out. When will this stop, I had asked. When. Will. This. Stop.
Box after box, Goodwill trips, trash bins were all part of the experience until we handed our life over to the moving company. Soon our new house was a wall of boxes.
Finding another box to unpack had become routine in our new house. At first there would be a "OhLookatThis!" then there would be a moment of discovery and/or disappointment. With big sighs or sadness, the box was either unpacked OR closed up to be pitched out. When will this stop, I had asked. When. Will. This. Stop.
“Ah-Ah.”
This was one of the many strange boxes, one that had been hidden in garage rafters, where dust and mites had settled. Movers had followed blind orders and brought this one to here. On the lid of a battered cardboard box were words written in our son’s peculiar handwriting, with his peculiar humor. This was a Christmas present for his father.
“If Zombies or commies or Red Chinese attack or Christmas 2013 comes first: Break the seals and open. Open and prepare your body for Thunder Dome (That is probably the new law).”
I did open the lid, but all the warnings did not come to fruition. Written upside down (for the unfortunate opener) were directions:
(on one side) “These are for laundry, tourniquets, and needless hangings” with an arrow pointing down.
(next side) “Done cleaning? Make your broom do double duty to kill zombies.” Arrow pointing down.
(Last side) “ Instrumental CD” which was a combination of music from Jaws + Dune + 1812 Overture.
Strangely, the only contents of the box missing were only the broom (s), but included two pair of binoculars. And it did include some awesome knives, which were apparently the real present for his father that Christmas.
Our son has grown to have a successful life and career, become a husband and father. and has maintained his peculiar sense of humor.
Do we still have some boxes? I know that we do, but it may take a while to find them. And then what, I ask.
Do we still have some boxes? I know that we do, but it may take a while to find them. And then what, I ask.
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