The shed is here, in pieces, but it is all here. I rented a truck from Home Depot - they have a very simple arrangement and a lot less fuss and bother than U-Haul. I rented it for 2 1/2 hours and paid $40 ($19 for the first 75 minutes, $10 an hour after that, or $69 a day), but it was so much easier than any other option. I wasn't able to take the cover off of my pickup (the bolts have rusted) so this was my second choice.

Zeke has gone home, the long weekend is over. I need to rest up from it this week. I'll start soaking a pot of beans to cook tomorrow (pretending it'll stay cool for a while) and fold the laundry covering the living room couch, wash another load of laundry, but anything I do this evening will be simple, straightforward, and when I feel tired, it stops where it is and I head for bed. These days of lifting and hefting and dragging really are a good workout. And they generated a lot of thought.

It was abundantly clear after these last couple of weeks of packing, sorting, discarding, setting aside to sell on eBay or setting aside for Goodwill or garage sale that his partner was ill. This was a hoarder's house. There is a huge difference between a hoarder's house and a house that has a bit too much stuff in general. We talked about it - I know there has been anger at the exquisite waste on collectible trinkets, that the cash in the clutter could have paid off the house. But he still does want to remember his partner fondly, so it will time time for this past few weeks to settle out of the forefront of everyone's thoughts.

SRS