This did mean I had to do some clean up and reorganization to make sure the movers have enough room to move around and bring our stuff in. One of the main problems, besides the fact that we have a dog who seems to shed his body weight in fur monthly, is that I am married to a wallet-less George Castanza. For those of you unfamiliar with Seinfeld, in one episode George develops back problems from wearing a wallet that is stuffed to the brim with notes, phone numbers, business cards, etc.
Fortunately, Ethan suffers no back problems, because he leaves these little notes around the house. Because he continues writing speculative fiction, the notes not only include things like names of football players for his fantasy team, business recommendations, and people's phone numbers, sometimes they're little snippets of ideas for his writing. A less knowledgeable person might therefore read these and conclude that Ethan is either 1) a spy or 2) insane. For example, the back of an old bill might read
"Happy Paws Kennel"
hearing voices in the earmuffs???
Goalie John 555-2162
Since I don't know what these things are, I never know whether they are still useful or can be thrown away. On more than one occasion I've tried to throw out a crumpled old bar napkin that says something like "crackling fire/burnt leaves" and been told "No! That's very important!" So now I just put everything in little piles and store them in drawers.
Between these and the piles of used plastic bags, twisty ties, and scraps of cloth that I save because "we might need them!", at some point I realized: this is how crazy people live. But I'm okay with that, because at least one of us is productive with his creativity. I just hope the notes about the monsters are really for his writing, and we're not simply reenacting A Beautiful Mind.