Weighty questions

It is amazing how moving generates some weighty questions. Such as, is it bad luck to throw away silver heart champagne flutes with your wedding date engraved on it? (Why was I throwing them away? Because they looked like this.) Or, do we really need to keep the beer mugs an ex gave my husband when we have even nicer Tiffany ones? Or, where should the entertainment center, DVD holder, extra chair, coffee table etc. go? And do we really want to stack the boxes filled with random items in the house on our newly refinished floor or should we just put them in the garage thus leaving us with 1) more opportunities to ignore said boxes and 2) the need to carry them in ourselves in order to unpack them, which of course makes #1 far more likely to happen?
In addition to these weighty questions, my poor husband had to deal with movers who showed up early and a counter man who showed up without a phone call so he was left sitting in our driveway waiting for my husband to figure out the largest question of all: how can you possibly be in two places at once? (You would think movers showing up early is a good thing, get everything done sooner, right? See, I had to teach summer school in the morning, and everything was perfectly timed and coordinated. Movers were to show up between 11-2, thus giving them time to show up and start loading the truck before I arrived at the apartment from school. The counter guy was under explicit instructions to call my husband's cell phone, thus giving him, or I, the opporutunity to get to the house and let him in. Apparently those explicit instructions were never communicated to him, so he spent a good twenty minutes sitting in the heat of his car waiting for us.) Despite all of the weighty questions, and the stress Russ had to endure the day of, we did manage to actually move into our house!
Now the adventure truly begins....