A great meal is all about the preparation. With a good meal goes a fine wine.
The MisAdventure (I'm thinking that we need to copyright that) begins with the preparation, sadly though there is no fine wine, instead there are boxes a plenty.
For some reason my pack rattery is extreme in it's strangeness. I keep boxes. Boxes for everything and anything I get. Boxes are one thing, but I keep the packing material as well. If you ever need styrofoam, packing cardboard or bubble wrap you know where to come. 
Actually, forget the bubble wrap, that's all popped and of no use to anyone, unless of course you just want a tattered plastic sheet (which incidentally is not red and does not have the words "Tension Sheet" emblazoned upon it in large white lettering)
Actually, forget the bubble wrap, that's all popped and of no use to anyone, unless of course you just want a tattered plastic sheet (which incidentally is not red and does not have the words "Tension Sheet" emblazoned upon it in large white lettering)I struggled and struggled with choosing which of these boxes I could keep and which could be thrown away. It was a major challenge. Amazingly, all of these fit in a single closet. I think that it was bigger on the inside than it was on the outside.
Luckily for me I has some assistance in the sorting of what to keep and what to throw. Decisions were well thought out and final choices were made. The boxes and various packing contents were put into piles for keeping or discarding during a sad lonely trek to the dumpster (skip) .
As you can see, the easily identifiable piles are clearly marked, the packing materials are nicely bagged and the boxes themselves either placed within another to provide the absolute fewest trips to the disposal receptacle
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.Finally things were disposed of in the correct manner with just a couple of boxes kept aside to pack fragile and smaller items.
Another step forward.
