Thursday, September 25, 2014
Mom is packing up the last few things that we won't be using. She is confident she will be ready come moving day, which is next week. She has called a rug cleaning guy to clean the rugs at the new place and now knows when the new place will be totally empty. She had a minor meltdown yesterday when it appeared things might not be going according to plan, but recovered her composure when things got back on track.
I don't know what any of that means except that I'm tired of listening to the screech of the tape dispenser.
Mom says my package is between Catifornia and here and will arrive on Monday, but that I won't get to see it until we get to the new place. (I did some peeking of my own, and oh my Bast! The box weighs as much as five Millies! If it's a hammock, it's a humdinger.)