Finally!

At last. We've got Mom & Dad moved out of their house. Scott and I moved the last box last night. The house is empty. The hustle/bustle, can't do anything, no life process of getting them out is done. I sigh a deep sigh of relief... and look forward to the next challenge facing us.

The sale closes Thursday. Alas, Dad apparently moved out of the house, into the new facility, and walked away completely from the sale process. I find out yesterday that there is a ton of things he's dropped. So now I get to deal with that... but this too shall pass, and it's not as stressful as the move was.

Of course, during the process I have acquired a ton of stuff... some antiques, some things that just have special meaning to me, memories of life long ago... a time when I was the child, and THEY were the parents. Now it all seems, somehow, reversed.

We have no room for these new "things". Our dining room has been, for over a year, filled with stuff that had no home anywhere else. Much of it was slated for our Garage (or Yard) Sale... the one we are going to have in 3 months... the same one that we've BEEN going to have in 3 months for the past 3 years! Last night, I could barely open the doors to walk in to the room to put in... just... one... more... thing. I half expected to hear a big "BOOOF!" as I closed the door... the sound of the room exploding it's contents out into the street.

But I learned something in this move. I can do better financially from DONATING this stuff to the Goodwill, or the Salvation Army, or some such. So THAT is the next mission. Clear out the dining room, get rid of the, uh, well, CRAP that is stored in there and move in the new from Mom & Dad. I'm looking forward to being able to set a dining room table for Christmas (I have no hope of accomplishing this by (USA) Thanksgiving Day.

So, life is good. Always!