HtH: Death and Destruction

The moving in is done, but the unpacking is just beginning.

Currently, our new garage is not being used for its primary purpose.  At present, it is a storage space for our stuff, a labyrinth of boxes and containers that rivals the warehouse the US government placed the ark of the covenant in at the end of the first Indiana Jones movie.  Quite frankly, I am comfortable with the amount of stuff we have in the house now, and could probably live without the metric ton of crap I still have to sort through.  Oh, there are a few missing items... MY KNITTING NEEDLES, for example.  I have a few pairs I can access, (the ones in my current works in progress, of course) but not the shiny daytimer filled with interchangeable tips and cables that make up the rest of my set.

This is what happens when you leave the packing to husbands.  I would have placed items in indexed boxes, color coded with dots for each room, and a spreadsheet listing each box's contents.  He takes everything and throws it all into plastic totes and garbage bags.  "We'll find it all when we go through it."  Ha!  Granted, it took us right up to our time limit to get everything out of the old apartment, and my way would be much slower, but at least I would have known for certain that nothing would be lost in the shuffle.  I'm still kicking myself over $300 worth of DMC embroidery floss I accidentally donated to Goodwill twenty-five years ago when I moved out of Utah... how do you think I'm going to feel if we accidentally throw away two sets of KnitPicks interchangeables (Harmony and metal) and a set of WEBS bamboo interchangeables?  My collection of fixed circulars has, fortunately for my husband, already been located, but were all my books containing my needles together in the same container?  Heck no.

It's quite maddening.

Also, the pea plants did not make it.  I don't know if it was the soil quality, the heat, or a combination of the two, but they were looking pretty ragged.  So I tore them out.  I'm still holding out hope for the cucumbers, but they're not thriving as I'd hoped.  The scarlet runner bean and the Three Sisters garden are doing really well... proof to me that the bag garden system does NOT work very well.  Oh, it keeps the weeds down, but the soil in the bags has to be very, very good.  You cannot rely on the roots making their way through the drainage holes if they need further sustenance.  Also, the rank amateur planting the garden needs to read the soil labels much more carefully.  It may say "garden soil" on it, but you have to really look for the fine print that says "must be mixed with equal amounts of local soil".  I'm about this close to tearing it all up, redigging, and calling it a day until next spring.  Arg.

So how's your week been?