it ain´t over till it´s over

They´ve gone, I think.

It began as a very hard day, but I it got better. I´m alone now, waiting for Matt to go with me to The Red Lobster for dinner. He loves shrimp. So do I but I will wait until I see the menu.

Soon.

(I had shrimp. Lots of garlic.)

a tough one

This is worse than moving.

The living room is filling with boxes. I’ll put a leaf in the dining table to extend the storage surface.

That worked.

I am determined to make this fun. We’ll see…..

And here I was feeling sorry for myself because my daughters are geographically distant. But both my sons have been a great help, with the strength to lift and carry what I cannot.

I am siting in the living room surrounded by boxes holding the contents of my kitchen. I have one shelf left to fill a box. I found another box. It’s spices and stuff, not too heavy for me .

Tomorrow—is another day.