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.