The Days Pass By

Image from Google. Sun, moon, star are phone icons.

The days pass by

When I don’t cry

Your love supports me

In the kindest way

If you don’t flee,

I’ll stay.

~~~

The days pass by

But I won’t die

Our love is strong,

But not wrong.

Our love is dear,

And you are near.

~~~

The days pass by

And I want to try

Our love is a dream

That won’t end

If you’ll be my friend.

~~~

I want to believe you’ll stay

And not drift away.

~~~

The days pass by

And I don’t lie

That I love you,

And I’ll be blue

Until you love me too.

~~~

Written by Beth Malbon

March 4, 1987

Dedicated to J. Cloud

Storage Unit Organization

As some of you know I’ve been working on organizing my disheveled 15×10 storage unit in southern California for the last five weeks.

The reason it’s so disorganized was back in May of 2019, I had less than a week to move out of a three bedroom house. I literally threw stuff in boxes and if there was anything fragile in said box, I marked it as such and moved onward. The boxes were all different sizes – left over Chewy, Amazon, and Walmart boxes, or boxes that I picked up free from grocery stores. As none of the boxes were the same size, they were stacked haphazardly.

My plan was:

  1. To find some missing items: clippers, Dremel and my tools.
  2. Organize the boxes and put everything in like-sized boxes.
  3. Be able to lift all of the boxes by myself for easier moving.
  4. Know precisely the number of boxes I have and exactly what I have in case I hire a moving company.
  5. Try to sell some stuff or donate.

I thought this whole process would take three weeks, but instead it took five weeks. Why? I’m not as young as I once was, and I’m definitely not in shape. I also didn’t have a plan together when I first started out.

5×10 Unit

When I first started opening up the boxes and putting like stuff into the small sized U-haul boxes, I ran out of room very quickly. As the U-haul facility where my 15×10 unit is didn’t have any 10×10 units left, I rented a 5×10 unit, hoping this would suffice. It didn’t. It was too small.

10×10 Unit

10×10 unit, partially filled

So, I found another unit a little ways up the street from U-haul. I began to move the boxes here, and then eventually moved everything from the 5×10 unit here also.

Broken Stuff

Never trust anyone to pack your stuff. My ex packed my stuff into the storage unit. And although boxes were marked with directional arrows and marked as fragile, or even “Extremely Fragile,” these were ignored. 😡

Broken iguana

My brother made an iguana out of soapstone, and this box was marked, “EXTREMELY FRAGILE” and was even marked to what it contained and had directional arrows. The box was on its side with lots of heavy items placed on top of it. 😡 So, yes, this one of a kind artwork broke. I cried when I saw it shattered in about five pieces all on the right side – all became the box was on its right side instead of on its bottom!

I also came across a broken folding table because again, the ex thought it best to put hundreds of pounds of weight on the folding table! Folding tables cannot hold this type of weight. Duh! And of course, two broken bookcases. Grr.

Cardboard Runs and Donations

I found a place to recycle cardboard and did two runs with my 4runner full of cardboard – all flattened down. If I don’t have to throw away anything, I will recycle or donate. I also donated quite a lot of stuff to Goodwill, which is located conveniently right next door to U-haul. I donated clothes, at least three large boxes full, hangers galore, a ladder, bench, chair, books, books, and more books, DVDs, and really wanted to donate two really nice rolling arm chairs but because of Covid, Goodwill wouldn’t accept them… so they were hauled off to the dump.

Look at all of those boxes!

Accomplished and Finished

Remember my list from above? Well I accomplished it!

  • I wanted to find my clippers because my Pomeranian, Halo has serious mats that needed trimming. DONE
  • I wanted to find my Dremel so I could file my dogs’ nails down quickly and easily. DONE
  • I found my tools.
  • I organized all of the boxes and put them in all U-haul boxes. DONE
  • I wanted to be able to lift all of the boxes by myself. DONE
  • I wanted to know the precise number of boxes I have. DONE
  • I donated, recycled, and hired a hauling company for the broken stuff.

Behind the wall of boxes is my queen size mattress, two twin size mattress frames that connect together, my Mom’s roll top desk, a futon, two cat trees, and an oak dining table. In front of all of the boxes, to the right, is the Whirlpool washer and dryer that I’m unsure if I’m going to keep yet and my 1950s Wedgewood range – that actually works! I’m a sucker for antiques.

The turquoise wooden chair is in front of my Mom’s wooden chair, and you can see the turquoise table which has the box with the broken iguana in it. Then I have a bench on the left side of the unit, and a sewing table, which you cannot see in the photo.

How Many Boxes?

Before I reveal the number as it is a rather large number, I must tell you that not all of the boxes are filled all the way up. Why? Because I needed to be able to lift them and also, I didn’t want things to be in different boxes again. Example: before I had ONE rather large box of books, but I couldn’t lift it. This ONE box became FOUR boxes. I also had ONE box of records that ended up becoming THREE boxes… then there’s all of my jewelry supplies, that alone accounts for about 20 small boxes.

  • 87 – 1.5 cu ft (small) boxes
  • 14 – 3 cu ft (medium) boxes
  • 8 – 6.3 cu ft (large) boxes
  • 1 – mannequin box
  • 1 – table lamp box
  • 1 – stereo box
  • 2 – Akro Mills boxes
  • 5 – miscellaneous sized boxes

For a 1200 sq ft house, it’s recommended to get: 12-37 small boxes, 25-35 medium boxes, 16-20 large boxes, 10-12 extra large boxes, 10-12 wardrobe boxes, 3 file boxes, a dish box, a flat screen TV box, a few book boxes, and packing supplies.

Fate on Cloud Nine

Fate has it

We’re together

~

Let’s take the chance,

And start a romance.

~

The date is March 6, 1987

Too bad, it wasn’t in ‘89

~

Or I’d be soaring

On Cloud 9

~~~

Written by Beth Malbon

Dedicated to J. Cloud

Collage made using images from Google: metallic silver background, cloud, silver 9

In Line

The Edge, a free fall ride at Marriott’s Great America in 1986

Standing in line

Waiting patiently

Watching the people

~

Short, tall, fat, and skinny

Hair of blonde, brunette, black, and red

Eyes of brown, green, grey, and blue

~

The line moves

Two spaces forward

Engage in conversation

~

Women, men

Girls, boys

Babes crying

~

Hispanic, Caucasian, Japanese

Chinese, African, Indian

And other ethnicities, I do not know

~

More minutes pass

Still waiting; shuffle feet

Look up

~

Shorts, pants, jeans, and skirts

Red, yellow, green, purple

Tank tops, halters, blouses, and shirts

~

Thunderous roar

Change flying

Orange steel

~

Move ahead, never back

Closer, but still so far

Patience wearing thin

~

Shoes of every style

Sandals, sneakers, and flats

Heels, boots, flip flops*

~

Finally, arrival

Push through the gates

Enter into the cage and wait.

~

Shoot into space

Clang downwards

Scream

~

Ride is over

Exit out

Follow People

~

Stand in line… again

~~~

Written by Beth Malbon

November 1986

In memory of the ride, The Edge

*Flip flops was changed in this rewrite as back in the late ‘80s, these types of sandals were known as thongs. But today, thongs are a type of underwear. Who would have known? LOL.

Twenty followers – Yay

I cannot even tell you how excited this makes me! 😀 I’m ecstatic! I was so excited when I saw this that I shared it on my Facebook feed with my friends and family.

Thank you so much everyone! I appreciate it immensely. I have a lot more poems and writings to share with you – they are being scheduled for three days a week. 😃♥️💕

In the meantime, I’m still down here in Bakersfield, finishing up on my storage unit. I’ve been at this for what now is the fifth week. And I’m almost done. Thank goodness. It’s been quite the emotional ride… going through boxes and boxes of my past, and finding boxes and buckets of all of what once were beautiful gemstone and crystal beads. Also, all of the jewelry I had made once before the fire got to it. But now, I’m almost done.

Thank you again for your positive feedback on my poems and the follows. 🙂🙃

Collage made by me using background color of up-close poppy and flowers from around Santa Cruz, California; all images are mine except phone icons: butterfly and heart.

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