It’s cloudy and gray, and the air show is finally done. Apparently the Navy denied breaking the sound barrier and probably any responsibility for the glass smashing in three separate buildings.
What an amazing coincidence.
My dad is doing pretty well, considering, and is determined to do things one-handed, as much as he can. The bruises have darkened, but that means they’re getting better.
This morning, two guys from Red’s Hauling Service, the company I used to clear my apartment, came to get the old loveseat and recliner. If you’re in Chicago and need stuff cleared out, I can’t recommend him highly enough, he’s reliable, he’s fast, and they will figure it out, whatever it is.
I’m not even sure it took ten minutes, and they got them both through an narrow doorway and an awkward jog. I came in to find one of the men taking the loveseat apart so it would fit through, using, of all things, something on his keyring.
They will figure it out, whatever it is.
I’ve let go of a lot of stuff in these last few months, from small items all the way up to my condo, so I didn’t feel much as I watched the furniture leave, furniture my parents had shopped for while I was with them, furniture my mom had picked out.
I’ve said it before, way at the beginning of this journey, my mom was not things. The memory of my mom is not things.
And sometimes you’ve got to clear out the old to make room for the new.
That pretty Room & Board sofa is on its way, and it’s not possible to cling to everything while looking for a change. There’s simply no space.
So onward in this phase of letting go, it was all probably past due anyway.
And with that I wish you a wonderful Monday.
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