It’s amazing what adrenaline can do. I threw out my back yesterday and I’ve been struggling to get around. This afternoon we were out for a quick errand when we saw a stray dog wandering along the busy street. We stopped to grab it but it ran into the street and was hit by a car.
My tomatoes have been sacked by hornworms. Two of the four plants have been completely denuded of leaves. The other two are scraggly. We’ll see if I can bring the plants back.
I told myself that after moving all of my mother-in-law’s possessions I would divest my life of my own personal clutter. Today I took a box load of unwanted cubicle décor to the thrift shop. I’m not sure I made the best choice though because this was the kind of place that decorates with doilies and artificial flowers, selling matching dishes and clothes with lace. I brought them a box of zombies, ninjas, and 80s pop culture characters.
Today was day 17 of emptying out my mother-in-law’s apartment. I didn’t count how many truck loads or dolly trips or round trips up and down her stairs, but each day had at least one from the first category and many more from the others. I’m simply too fat to be up to this task without undue fatigue.
The plan was to use September to both vacate her apartment and to reduce her quantity of possessions so they fit in my home. We are near to fully vacating, so success for that goal. We’ve reduced her quantity of possessions too, but not deep enough.
Day 14 of emptying my mother-in-law’s apartment: we have two more days of labor and four days in which to complete it. Our motivation and energy are both at zero. We’re struggling to get ourselves out the door this morning and might not even make it off of the sofa.
Packing up mother-in-law’s apartment, found blueprints to the Magic Castle. As the story goes, in the early 1970s, before my wife was born and while her parents were still together, dad got drunk and stumbled next door to the Magic Castle. He was an amateur photographer trying to go pro. He offered his photographic services but the offer was declined. Then he lied and said he made architectural models. The bluff was good enough that the man in charge handed over the plans, with the expectation that he’d receive them back in a few weeks along with a detailed miniature of the Castle. The sot wandered home with the plans under his arm and no idea what to do with them.
Bulky item drop-off day: two ironies and one random thought.
Some of the tomatoes that I planted last month have already started bearing fruit. Pictured are Yellow Pear tomatoes.
While boxing up stuff at mother-in-law’s today an old excommunicated friend of hers showed up unexpectedly at the door. Caught unaware, apparently I told her “we don’t want any” and “you’re not welcome here.” As she tried to let her dog in I slammed the door on her. Not my best behavior but I was in a stunned state.