Why Knee?

I am so tired right now.

Mom's knee went out this afternoon & she can barely walk. Actually she can't walk at all without a cane & even then she needs help getting up & down. Her balance is not great anyway so this is not good.

Mercifully her spirits are good (we even had a couple of giggle fits from the urgent care back home) but she is in a lot of pain.

On my end of things, her inability to walk by herself just made our trip extremely complicated. I'm almost feeling despairing, which I'm sure is an overreaction fueled by exhaustion. But this development adds a huge factor to the physical demands I face during travel, not to mention my concern that she could fall. She is completely worn out getting up from a chair to walk to the bathroom. Now she's supposed to spend five plus days in and out of a car?

I have to go to sleep. Maybe things won't look so difficult after a night's rest.

Realty Reality

Mom going over paperwork with Mary Eckler, her realtor, for selling the house. Mimi (center) will be handling things for mom once we leave Sunday.

In Brief

I am fried.

I think we cleared the biggest logistical hurdle today getting everything on the truck. From here on out we have some leeway with our timetable.

I don't really feel clear-headed enough to write my usual pithy, brilliant post so the photos from earlier today will have to suffice. I'll just say this:

Thank God It's Friday!

Movers Are Gone!

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The Directors

Mom, Jodi (mom's faithful housekeeper) and mom's brother, Charles, supervising the loading of the moving truck.

The Movers

Here we go...they arrived @ 8:30 am.

Final task?

Ha! I wish!

No such luck. I'm about to write a list of stuff going on the truck. This chore is (I hope & pray) my last task for Thursday night before the movers arrive tomorrow at 8 a.m.

There's PLENTY more stuff to do after that to get mom out of Dodge, but I'm focusing only on what's right in front of me. As you can see in the photo, that amounts to the pen and paper in my lap as I prepare the inventory. (Yes, those ARE rubber ducky pajamas I am wearing.)

Inventory, you ask? Why, yes. Have I failed to mention that we are phenomenal control freaks in this family?

My mom instructed me earlier today that once we had everything packed, we needed a list of everything going on the truck. And then we needed to photocopy it for the driver and fax a copy to my sister.

Did you get all that?

Well, don't worry. I did. I think the only person a control freak ever really trusts in such circumstances is a fellow control freak. So my mom picked the right person to carry out these wishes: me.

So I better get started. The moving truck will be here all too soon & I have a pretty good idea of the epic meltdown that could occur if we are lacking said list!

See you tomorrow!