Day 46
Ah, packing. I’ve been doing it for a week now … all day long, all night long, in my dreams! Well, or so it seems. In reality, I’ve been packing several hours a day to about 10 hours a day. Some days I get a ton done … today I worked for 9 hours and got 3 boxes packed.
HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?
Well, during those “packing hours” I ran errands and made phone calls and wrote emails and then made more phone calls. Ran to the grocery store and returned something else and dropped off a shipment at the post office and got some packing stickers at another store and picked up lunch.
Then, after more phone calls and a few emails, I fed the dogs and myself and took a walk around the pond with my friend.
And, well, I’m lucky I got those 3 boxes done!
Egad.
However, I am getting a system down. I’ve got a lot of boxes from my business … good thing! I’m dwindling down the pile I’ve had for a few years out in my work area of the garage. Using them (aka: getting rid of them) is even a better thing!
I’ve an assortment of packing materials, sharpie markers, scissors and tape … and extra cardboard to cover the glass of any pictures. Funny – never really realized HOW MANY pictures or paintings or framed pieces of whatever I have on my many walls! It’s like an art museum in here!
In any case … I’m packing like a fool or packing my fool head off or I’m just a packing fool. Whichever – I’m packing. Or at least I should be packing.
Which made me wonder how that term came to be … packing …
Packing a tooth, packing for a trip, packing a rod … hmmm. Who thought that carrying a gun should translate into “packing a rod”? Weird.
And wondering about that – my brain jumped over to considering other idioms of the English language.
English must be a horrible language to learn considering this is just a drop in the bucket (ha) of idiomatic expressions:
Pulling one’s leg. Speaking one’s mind. Cute as a button. Jump ship. On the double. Hit home. Good-for-nothing. Hopping mad. Last straw. Take a hike. Take the plunge. Take your medicine. Takes guts. Pain in the neck. Hands down. Queen bee. Half baked. Safe bet. Walking on eggshells. Wallflower. Screw loose. Safe and sound. Save face. Save your skin. Bad egg. Bag of bones. Babe in the woods. Face the music. Lead someone down the garden path.
And, then there’s sweating bullets and jumping the gun … which both lead me back to the inital thought of packing a rod … which makes me think I’d better … well, get packing!