up to our necks



So apparently we are moving house on Monday.

And meanwhile I seem to be making jar after jar of apple sauce (home-reared pork on the way, you know), and bottling twenty kilograms of tomatoes. No, I don't know either. It's some kind of dreadful procrastination. Another loaf of bread in the oven. Even Adam, the most amazing and patient man ever who understands my brain processes raised his eyebrows when it appeared I was knuckling down to start on many litres of chicken stock. 

Chickens in freezer, just one in the pot. Deep breath. Pack another box. 

Hose off the children who appear to have turned completely feral. 

Pack another box.

Try to decide which kitchen items I'm prepared to lose sight of for at least twelve months stored in the shipping container, pack a box of those items which must stay with me. And another one. 

Pull Ivy off the top of the stack of boxes by the front door. Her single minded dedication to danger increases daily. 

Deep breath. 

All encouraging words gratefully received. Feeling just a tad panicky, bubbling pot of chicken stock notwithstanding.

Hope your week is calm.

(Maybe I could borrow some of it?)


18 Comments on “up to our necks

February 23, 2012 at 9:36 pm

Eat an elephant one bite at a time.
Apparently there are shops in NSW so if you accidentally pack something you need you could probably buy it. Unless it is Ivy.
You have done this before successfully.
It is not moving countries or states or cities. It is across the highway.
You can come to Brisbane and hide anytime you want. And bring some pork and aple sauce.
Lots of love to you.

February 23, 2012 at 9:47 pm

Here comes a dose of German calm for you. Am sitting at home quietly with sick little boy. Cuddling and reading lots of books (I’ll lose my voice next). Loved the “eat an elephant one bite at a time” quote. Good luck with the move and everything else that’s going on. – Andrea in Oberursel

February 23, 2012 at 9:48 pm

Thank you for giving me my first laugh of the day. 9.48pm is not too late. Thanks honey xx

February 23, 2012 at 9:59 pm

Well, the idea of moving on Monday would certainly make me panicky, but breathe in those chicken stock scents and pack another box!
Also loved the elephant quote, and who knew? shops in NSW! LOL.

February 23, 2012 at 10:07 pm

Somehow it always gets worse before it gets better. (coming from a chick who moves interstate 3 times in 3 years with four kids, a dog and two birds) There is no denying it is a terrible process, I hate it with a passion. On the up side, when you lay your head on your pillow (if you can locate it) for the first time in your new home it is SO worth it. My tip is to have an “essentials” box. Put the bits in their that you can not do without on your first night. I always put the TV remote in there. The first thing Murray always installed was the TV. The kids thought it was so cool to have unlimited TV time while the move was in progress. Best of luck…

Melanie @ M&M
February 24, 2012 at 12:39 am

Indeed about the elephant! I will send good thoughts your way. I think you must be handling it well, if you’re still finding time to blog! Totally understand doing ANYTHING but packing. This too shall pass and then you can post photos! I’d volunteer to help, but by the time I got there you’d be moved in and settled!

February 24, 2012 at 2:19 am

We are on the back end of everything into storage. A year and a half ago, three of us sold half our furniture, packed everything else and set off across the ocean for a year. We have been back nearly five months. There are four of us now, another temporary place to live, most of our stuff in now totally mislabeled boxes stacked in a groaningly full storage unit. It has totally crazy moments, but also amazing ones. And sometimes, looking at trees is better for sanity than gazing at the forest! Sauce on!

February 24, 2012 at 4:39 am

Aah, lots of empathy and hugs across the sea to you. We moved house from one end of the farm we are on 5km down the road to the other end. I did just what you did the week before we moved…. tying up all those loose culinary ends. It’s a smart move actually – you will be glad you did it all when you get to the other side.
Hope you don’t think me pushy, but I am posting a link to my blog post that I wrote the week before we moved. You may find a tip there that helps or encourages you.

I wish you well this week.

February 24, 2012 at 6:00 am

Catriona is truly inspired. Listen to her! And have another cup of tea, everything looks better then πŸ™‚

February 24, 2012 at 6:55 am

I am sure it will all fall into place. But it is a pain of a job!

Darren (Green Change)
February 24, 2012 at 8:39 am

Oh man, I have super-envy for your final destination, but absolutely no envy at all for the process of getting there!

Good luck!

February 24, 2012 at 3:45 pm


Have been there with the packing… Kitchen stuff is hard to decide on… Aarg.

I am not calm either so can’t pass any thoughts along.

I’m thinking about attempting granola bars again, which will no doubt be a failure like most previous attempts, in line with David Lebovitz’s recent post. But at least I know what to expect πŸ™‚

good luck with the move

February 24, 2012 at 5:12 pm

I know exactly where you’re at. Our third move (10 years after moving into our first not-rented home) saw me packing with three categories:
1. take with us to live in someone else’s house,
2. store until we are able to rent a house ourselves,
3. store for a very long time.
I had 3 weeks to pack and we were co-owners of a B&B…with little children, one of whom was still at home. My greatest blessing was in the form of friends who offered to come and help me pack – and then did it.

What I know is that you WILL make it through this, even if it seems like you won’t right now. Pack a box. Breathe.

Big cyber hugs for you.

February 24, 2012 at 8:22 pm

Oh, I know all about that level of procrastination, my dear- I bet that’s some good chicken stock! And tomatoes. And bread. And, ummm, apple sauce.

Okay, maybe not THAT level.

We’ve been housebound for a week- conjunctivitis and Daddy’s needed the car. Rainy February days, each ending with a real sense of accomplishment in not having murdered my children.

Miss you, and hoping it all goes as well as can be.

February 25, 2012 at 5:32 am

Good luck with the move!
I dread to think what it would be like to move here after being in this house for over 11 years and having accumulated several kids along the way!

February 25, 2012 at 7:05 am

I empathise with you – we are moving Tuesday. Packing most of our worldly belongings into the mother in laws garage – while we continue to look for a farm to buy…..We have been here 13 years & now have 2 children – it is a huge job. Tryng to know what to keep out to use in the coming weeks/months makes it even harder. Hope it is all smooth sailing for you guys.

February 25, 2012 at 9:24 am

Having just relocated from the city to the country with just a few weeks notice, straight after Christmas, I can totally feel your pain!

Just remember to breathe!

March 5, 2012 at 10:31 pm

We did this late last year. Where are you going? Did I miss that post?!


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