So far that’s all that’s planned — the Goodwill stuff. But I have to qualify that. PW is still asleep, so FS doesn’t know what the plans are. It’s terrible to be married to a control freak who plans your every move for you and throws a tantrum when you don’t comply.
While I was sorting through stuff, I came across a couple of projects from when I was still in Henderson and will finish them before deciding what to do with them. They’re no good unless they’re put together, and if I’m going to free up space, I want to do it right. Not free it up in one spot and add to it in another.
I have a sweater that needs to be assembled (made about the same time as when your Parish had its auction years ago and I sent you a bunch of stuff for it,) and I think it’s about two or three sizes too large for me, now. I was still in the studio apartment in the complex where Charlie lives and hadn’t moved into the one-bedroom. So yeah, I need to finish things and get them donated.
Before I do anything else, I need to go find some straight pins!
The rain hasn’t stopped the starlings. I can hear them in the trees half a block from here, singin’ in the rain!
That sounds like me: Before I do this, I need to do that, before I do that, I need to do this other thing, before I do this other thing, I need to find the whatsis, before I find the whatsis, I need to sort a load of laundry ... and before you know it, it’s bedtime again.