More things about moving.

So, I haven't written anything in a while. Which, as you've probably gotten a good idea of my posts by now, means you're thinking: "Hmmm, Chris hasn't seen any new movies recently." Which is pretty true. I missed the Aristocrats over at Davis, so I guess I'll be waiting for DVD on that one. Although I have been watching the Rocky movies on DVD at home, which are montage-tastic. In all fairness the first one is quite good, and not really about boxing at all. Not when you really get down to it. They do tend to get silly after that. But I wanted to check them out since I recently heard that Rocky Balboa (Rocky 6) is in production. Can't wait. In the first Rocky, which takes place in 1978-79, I think, he says he's 30. So almost 30 years later an almost 60 year old Rocky comes out of retirement for one last fight? His opponent? Must be Methuselah.
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So, as previously mentioned, my parents have sold their house in Weymouth. They pass papers around December 1st. So, it's time to clean house. Which basically means that everything inside the house needs to be elsewhere within the next month. Now I haven't seen the in-law apartment they're moving into, but by all accounts it's quite small. In fact, when I was looking to move over the summer, my mother kept pushing me to move into this very same apartment attached to my uncle's house in Norwell. I wasn't particularly interested because it was both farther from work and farther from Boston, neither of which I wanted to be. Now in Medford, I'm farther from work, but closer to Boston, so it works out, especially since I don't drive home from work after a few beers. At any rate, my uncle even told me I probably wouldn't be interested in the apartment because it was small. And now, instead of just one of me living there, there are two of my parents?

So, at any rate, a lot of the stuff in the house that belongs to them will not be going with them. Furniture, much of the stuff from the attic, even food.

The attic has already been cleaned out. It's empty. Everything's either been thrown away, given away, or taken by whomever in the family it belonged to. I had boxes upon boxes of comics and old cassettes that are now sitting either in my apartment or in my car. The comics will all be read once more and then discarded. If I can sell them on Ebay, great. But the used comics market doesn't look too hot right now, especially considering most of the stuff I have is mid 90s X-Men titles, which are easily available as trade paperbacks. The cassettes will all be listened to one more time and either discarded (about 95%) or kept. I've been working on this one for a while and have only made a small dent. Those of you that have seen my tape collection from eyars ago understand why. It'll take me a while to go through all this B and C grade 80s metal and cock rock, and the truly cringe worthy crap I tried to like in college. Ugh...college rock. I shudder to think.

The furniture they're getting rid of they were just going to give away. Until I stepped in. "Let me try and sell it on Craigslist for you," I said.

"OK," they replied.

So, I'm working on that. And an extra added bonus. Whatever I sell it for, they're letting me keep. So, wow, that was unexpected. So far the dining room table is gone and I'm up $50.

The only bummer of the furniture wholesale is that I have to sell my couch. I don't want to sell my couch. It's the second most comfortable couch ever. But it won't fit in my apartment, and with everything else going, I'm not going to put just that one thing in storage

The food. Here's another unexpected bounty. Last weekend, when I was down helping my father finish cleaning out the attic, he mentioned that soon I shoudl go through the pantry and frig and meat freezer downstairs and take some stuff. I couldn't figure out why at first. They're only moving to Norwell, and they're still going to need to eat. But then it dawned on me. Oh yeah, come December 1st, they're heading down to South Carolina for probably 6 months. They're not going to be in Norwell until May or June. That's a long time to keep food you're not going to eat. So already I've made off with half a bag of potatoes and about 40 or so hotdogs. I've been eating ghetto dogs (microwaved hot dog on a piece of bread) all week.

I still have some of my own stuff at the house that needs to be moved to Medford. My big amp is still downstairs, as well as a few boxes. I've been holding off, just because I don't know where I'm going to put them yet. But, for all intents and purposes, all my stuff is cleaned out from the house. Finally, after 30 years, there truly will be no going home.
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Next time, on blog: Chris is going to Texas? What about that raise thing you've been working on? And does Chris have cancer of the vag?