… for those things are more easily acquired than got rid of…

Quote from memory from Walden by Henry David Thoreau.

Mom hasn’t been able to talk to the auction house guy who is supposed to give us a price on our unwanted (by us) furniture and stuff.  The auction house itself did call this morning.  Everything else is at a bit of a stand-stil until we clear the space.

Favorite Neighbor’s son and daughter-in-law arrived yesterday.  Last night wine was consumed by DIL and I shared with Croft and Norma on their patio.  I am feeling it today.  No more wine.  Again.  Until DIL talks me into it again.

FN’s son is going over to the storage unit in a bit to asses the space issue and how best to move Mom’s furniture she is keeping into said unit.  I am out of plans, so I am abdicating to his judgement.  They bought me dinner last night, and of course I already mentioned the wine we had with Croft and Norma.  I will enjoy this week while they are here prior to driving FN back north.

This is the fun before everyone (almost) is gone.  Sandie and Jim are around for a bit yet, but the clock is running down.  And I still have no concrete plans.