I am my father's daughter. I have a hoard of packing materials in the attic: a couple bags of peanuts, a variety of boxes, and so forth. Just in case, you know.
So a couple months ago Noel decided he wanted to sell all his synth gear on eBay. In part to get some cash, and mostly because they take up a lot of space and he never uses them. I told him I needed to have some time to build up the packing supplies stash enough to pack them all. So it wasn't until a couple weeks ago that we felt ready to get them all done.
He spent some time testing them all, then we photographed them, then he put them up on eBay on Sunday.
I offered to pack them all up for him. And that is what I have been doing all day. I packed and taped up thirteen synth modules, a camera, a lens, and a weird tool thing. These are stacked in the living room awaiting weighing.
I have one more thing to pack, plus a couple other things we found and decided to put up as well. The problem is that when I finished packing up the lens, I dused up the last of the peanuts. We are out of packing materials. If I had to ship another package tomorrow, it would be disaster. In fact, I can't finish packing the rest of these packages. It's a national disaster. What if the store is out of packing peanuts, too? What will we do then?
I was in the throes of panic when I remembered that I had hidden a reserve bag of peanuts in the attic. Behind the Christmas decorations box. Unseen by certain other residents who might make fun of me for having it. Just in case.
So now I can finish up some more packing. Because I had the foresight to save some extra peanuts. We'll see who gets made fun of, now.
