That's Fawkes at Hospital Point. The picture doesn't portray the gusty and choppy water. Monday Morning was just astern of her. Folks are on the move south.
Except, of course, for us. We moved about a quarter of a mile NNW to a new apartment. Sigh.
We didn't make the Whitby-Brewer Rendezvous this year. Double Sigh.
What's even worse is the volume of stuff we moved. In '09 (Moving Day) we had a 17' U-Haul plus the F-150 plus the Toyota Corolla packed pretty solidly. This time, we made three trips in a 10' U-Haul. Three trips!
Dave (of Fawkes) reminds us of the mantra: "it has to fit on the boat, it has to fit on the boat, it has..."
Of the first load, the professional (non-sailing) books are a temporary evil. The boxes of food that we moved don't really count. A lot of the clothes don't count, either. The eight heavy boxes of stereo equipment don't really count.
The second load (mattresses and couches) doesn't count at all. That doesn't even have sentimental value.
The third load—office furniture and the rocking chair—doesn't really count, either. We'll be happy to see that go.
More work needs to be done on that first load of boxes to discern what's really important. Too many books. Too many mementos.
We're going to try and unpack by just ignoring the boxes: leave them taped shut. If we never open a box to see what's inside, then, we never really needed it.