I left a bag of books when I stopped at the library after physical therapy. The Advent Kitty was not satisfied with my cleaning efforts, but it’s okay. I don’t want pretzels if I’m going to lose another 20 lbs. I have another bag of clothes in the van, and I’ll get them to Goodwill when I pass by during open hours.
The kids and I are off to the farm this morning. Mrs. Stone had a TIA (mini-stroke) last week - not the first one she’s had - and her children want her to move to Tennessee to live with one of them, so I think we’ll be helping her sort some stuff. It’s sad, because she loves her farm, but it’s not safe for her to be alone there, so it will be for the best, I hope.
If her kids want her, it’s the best thing she could do. She’s luckier than she knows. TIAs are nothing to sneeze at, and it’s good that her kids are willing to care for her.
If I hadn’t forced the issue with my FS, I wouldn’t be here, but I felt the need to be close to him. The feeling isn’t mutual, though. So the best thing I can do is exactly what I’m doing — making like a tree and leaving.