Last week, I decided to clean off my desks. I do this every couple of weeks. Okay, I mean to do it every couple of weeks. Sometimes, it's every couple of months. Sometimes it doesn't happen until I can't find something important.
Not much really accumulates here. A bit of mail sometimes, a couple of magazines, notes for writing, and a few empty water glasses. Why I can't take one out when I bring one in, I don't know. Probably something to do with my routine where I get to the kitchen before I get to the office.
We had been talking about moving so it was on my mind. Originally we had planned on moving in 2009. With the job opportunity that has presented itself, we've decided to move as soon as I get a job that pays more than I'm getting here.
We have no idea when that will be and that's what made my wife laugh. For the most part, she has gotten used to the fact that she's married to a quirky kinda guy that will do stuff out of the blue.
"What are you thinking?" is a question that could bring any sort of answer, some that don't really have any base in reality.
"You look so thoughtful, what are you thinking?"
"About the time I patrolled the city backwards."
"Oh, okay. What do you want for dinner."
It doesn't come as a suprise to her that I drove my cop car around in reverse for thirty minutes patrolling residential streets and she doesn't bother to ask me why I'm thinking that. It could be anything or nothing. It could be as profound as thinking about looking at things from a different perspective like standing on top of your desk in Dead Poet's Society. Or it could be as simple as seeing Trey roll a Hot Wheel down the track backwards.
So, I started cleaning off my desks and I kind of just kept on going. I started cleaning off the book shelf, boxing up books that I'm not going to read in the near future. I cleaned off some shelves and boxed up stuff. She came in and looked at me and laughed.
"We're moving huh?"
"Well yeah. Sooner or later," I answered.
It's hard to argue with logic like that. It could be two months or it could be two years but we will be moving.
I ended up in the living room boxing up our VHS tapes. We don't watch them and won't until we buy a new VCR. You see, and you may have missed this part in the owner's manual (if you even read it), there is a limit to the amount of peanut butter and jelly that you can put into a VCR before it will stop working. They should also put a warning on the package of head cleaner that states that it won't work on peanut butter and jelly. That was a waste of money.
Here's something that wasn't in the owner's manual. A VCR can also act as a 4-car garage for Hot Wheels. Not only that but if you aren't going to try driving those four but are really just storing them, you can fit another 4 cars in behind them. VHS - Vehicle Hiding Spot.
We haven't bought a new one yet so I packed up the tapes. By the time I unpack them, they won't make video machines anymore, most likely. Maybe I can gut the machine and Trey can store all his cars inside. I'll bet he would like that.
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