It’s raining here. I dreamed we were camping.
Sunny and warm, here! And dry!
I was over visiting with Chuck and forgot to ask him about the A/C installation. My bad. I’ll do it tomorrow.
Ah, dreaming. That.
“To sleep, perchance to dream...”
We had a nice Mother’s Day dinner with my brother, who drove about 300 miles to be there, and my one Uncle and Aunt who live there in town near her. I snipped some fresh roses for her out of my front yard and we spent about 7 hours together.
With Mom’s recovery she’s had to move to a different place, and I’m the de facto designated mover. So, I have several decent-sized boxes worth of... papers, books, and assorted bric-a-brac to pack — MOST of which will not come to her new, much smaller place. There will be a couple of end tables, at least two living room swivel/rocking chairs, maybe a 7ft sofa — all of the overflow has to come home with me, and this all has to happen on a weekday as my weekends are booked solid. Fortunately, I have my youngest son living with me, and he can lend a strong back and a pair of arms.
It’ll all work out; it’s just seeing it looming on the calendar, and considering the doing of it that’s onerous.
After that, this will be The Summer Of Decluttering; it HAS to be or I’ll be swept out on the tide. There’s a small thrift shop nearby where I can take some things; I won’t saddle them with junk, but anything in good shape that I can’t otherwise unload.