Eight very tightly packed boxes of my dear late mother's effects landed today, and are on their way to the church's parish house to sort and cull and weep over, in a sort of celebratory way that will include close women friends here who have done this before... I rather imagine some of it will end up in the annual church yard sale to benefit people she would have loved knowing. Sorting-- next week!
Hardi and I snagged a stairstepper put out for free pickup that a friend of ours wants, and it fit in the back of the vehickle well enough to come up to sit oin our porch where.... if she does not want it.... it will also head to that same yard sale. Moving it provided a very nice little evening workout.....
Faulkner had a unit of "Service Dog Camping Training" today as I got out into the sun FINALLY. The skin and the meds making me sun-sensitive seem to have met cordially in the middle somewhere, TBTG.
I re-re-re-read a December de-clut thread recently, looking for something else.... those old threads are pretty cool. Thanks, in case I didn't say it already, for some smart and kind comments posted all these months of these threads, that sometimes get by me with my reduced (Busy! OUT!) reading time. I always appreciate them when I get around to seeing them!