Nearly there.
Sheesh, moving is hard. We’re so close to having everything out of my sister’s house. The painters showed up to start prepping the house and kindly offered to help carry stuff out for us. I might have been willing to offer inappropriate sexual favors to avoid having to carry another 30 or so heavy boxes down the stairs today so I was grateful they offered first.
My sister is the most organized person I know. She’s the most organized person most people know. The number of times someone has said it’s too bad they can’t be like or marry someone like Val is not small. No one has ever said this about me. When we pulled a dresser away from the wall, I realized I was surprised to see dust on the baseboard in Val’s house.
With how quickly they found a new place after unexpectedly deciding to move, there just wasn’t time to prepare. Helping my incredibly organized sister move when she hasn’t had time to pack is interesting. She uses containers to organize things. Containers in containers often. Her house is always clean and welcoming. Are containers the secret I’ve been missing all my life? Ha!
Anyhow, I’m tired and grateful to be here.














































