Boxed In

Granny here, well, I packed my first box tonight getting ready for the big move. I hope there's a superman out there somewhere that will be able to lift these big suckers. If my sale goes like I hope maybe there won't be much left to pack except for the bedrooms and I'll have those done.

Where would we be without the good old corrugated box, well we'd be making a lot more trips to the truck I'm sure of that. My husband of 48 years worked in a corrugated box factory for years and he knew his boxes, I miss him so much, he was a keeper.

You know boxes are a lot like people, they come in all different shapes and sizes, colors and strength. Some thick, some thin, some sturdy, some weak, yep! just like people wouldn't ye say. That's the way we are different as daylight and dark but we all come in handy.

I just got to thinking where are these boxes going once I get them packed, haven't found a house yet, well, you might say I was homeless. Let's see which member of the family would love to have some company? I wonder if they have room for my boxes?

Well, time will tell, there's a new home out there just waiting for me and my boxes, will I be your new neighbor? Bye for now got to find my way out of this bedroom. Granny