I dug around in the closet for a lumbar pack (big waist strap, no shoulder straps, it's meant for things like biking) to put in a water bottle and my large camera; my goal is a walk with the dogs through the flowers in the small park up the hill from the house. Of all of the duplicated things around the house, backpacks are something that stick around, only a few flimsy ones have been sent to Goodwill.

My week of guests has thinned a bit, one who meant to arrive on Tuesday probably won't arrive till this evening. The guest room is ready, and happily, she's leaving her little dog at her daughter's house. Sweet as she is, Maisy has been known to poop in the corner of the dining room carpet on each visit, despite knowing how to use the dog door.

3/4 of a case of canning jars are sitting waiting attention after they were brought in by a friend a couple of weeks ago. I need to run them through the dishwasher and have them ready for use later in the season, and it will clear one tripping hazard from the sun room floor. But there's so much more to do in there!

Good luck with the final push out of the old house to Susan, and soon to Dorothy. I hope all of the measuring will pay off!