"Three," Dad said.
"Okay," I said.
"Oh, and the suitcases."
That's right, the suitcases. A set of five that all nest into the big one. I have a veritable suitcase farm upstairs, because my parents buy so much stuff whenever we visit that they "lend" us a suitcase to hold it all for the trip back. So I'd protested, but Mom insisted that Elayna needed a matched set of luggage for college, and she got that tone in her voice, and I acquiesced to the suitcases.
So. Three boxes, and the suitcases.
"And the cabinet isn't in a box. They're strapping it to the side of the truck."
"...will it be okay like that?"
"Well, if they put it in a crate, it would be another three hundred pounds."
I... what? Okay. There is no sense in pursuing this.
"So five total."
We wrapped up the phone call. I finished my book.
I suddenly thought, "Huh. A set of highball glasses and a sewing basket... can go in one relatively small box. And there are three boxes. Not including the liquor cabinet. Or the suitcases."
So my question is: what else have they sent?
My parents' logic can be a few sigmas off the norm at the best of times. My mother, in particular, has understandably frayed around the edges a bit following the death of her mother/best friend. Mom's logic chain for the past few months has been, primarily, "I CAN'T THINK ABOUT THAT." Her priority has been to get the condo cleared out so she can replace the carpet and sell it. So... I don't know if they took the logical steps of donating items where they'd usually donate items, et cetera.
So three boxes, of a size that requires LTL freight shipping rather than mailing. Contents of only one accounted for.
I am prepared to be baffled by whatever comes out.