tomorrow my mom is scheduled for departure from her salem abode, heading for parts portlandish, by which i mean our guest room. the date has been set for almost 2 weeks and her slow but consistent progress forward -- along with a fiendishly brilliant plan she emailed early this morning -- makes me think she will really leave my dad tomorrow.
am i ready? hell no. but i know she needs to do it.
is her room ready? let's say, 75% and i suppose the extra exercise has been good for me. it used to look like a storage unit exploded in there; now there are orchestrated, diminutive piles of chaos. that plus putting the bed together will keep me busy til midday tomorrow when we head southward.
oh, and the brilliant plan? send min and my dad to a bookstore or thrift store while, unbeknownst to him (but knownst to us), me, mom, and other relatives pack up her stuff. there will still be some kind of an aftermath, which i am not looking forward to at ALL, but meantime my dad and min will be in one of their favorite places.
here's hoping tomorrow doesn't suck ass.
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Is that "but knownst to us," or should it be "but beknownst to us"?
Let us know what happens.
actually that's a movie quote -- spaceballs. :-D
will do...
Ah! That went right over my head. Sorry. I've never seen the movie.
Good luck to you and your mom. I know this has to be extremely stressful, but maybe some good things will come out of it. I'll keep my fingers crossed for all of you :)
And I never saw Spaceballs either, but I thought that line was amusing.
I am on the edge of my seat. Of course had I been being a good friend I would not be so behind on your world!
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