They have some very pretty chickens at the stable where Daughter D goes. Sometimes they hang around me, clucking, while she rides.
Hoo boy, what a morning!
Pam came over and it soon became apparent that I was to build boxes while she packed. She had booked a solid two and a half hours just for me. I couldn’t build the boxes as fast as she could fill them. She’s going to be a problem in the closet, because she wants to use clothing to stuff in holes everywhere.
It makes the boxes bulge and takes away from their integrity and I don’t know how to tell her not to do it. She won’t be back until next week, so I’ll have time to pack some things I don’t want her to pack.
My bad.
Anyway, she made a mess of this place. No books on shelves, nothing on the walls...good job. And I was in the wrong chair and my back was killing me. It will all be done on time, though.
When they come to load the truck it will be loaded in time, and we can leave that day.