Thanks to DH’s best friend R, we are a few items lighter over at the house.  He also fixed a downspout while he was there.  One less item on our fixit list we need to do.

     I hope all you fathers had a good father’s day.  It doesn’t feel as though sixteen years have passed since my father died.  I think when you lose someone you love so very much the years never add up in your heart.  It always seems like yesterday.

     Off to DH’s neurologist appointment today.  I’m still not sure what I think of her yet.  Although since she changed DH’s antidepressant, he says he feels better than he did on the old one.

     Little Max, our new black Koi is getting quite competitive for the food.  He’s growing well.

     I hope you all have a good day.

     There’s spillover from working at the MIL’s house.  I cleaned out my closet today and loaded a thirty-gallon garbage bag with clothes to go to Goodwill.  I have more to do but it’s a good start.  Even DH caught the bug and began to sort through his clothes, bagging what he doesn’t wear anymore. 

     This could be a good thing.  It could mean the beginning of decluttering my own home.  I have many ideas as to what can go.  A few of them aren’t making DH very happy but since he isn’t the one who has to clean he hasn’t much say.  Mwahahaha!

     He’s coming over to the house on Sunday to sort through tools and has instructions to keep in mind all the things he can no longer do.  Don’t bring home anything you only think you ‘might’ use. 

     In a couple of weeks there’s going to be one heck of a sale, everything must go.  What doesn’t go will be hauled away. 

     Wow!  We worked our tails off at the MIL’s house today and I think we might have the house cleared of all garbage and recyclables within the next two weeks.  Then we can list a two-day sale on Craig’s list and possibly have the house empty and ready for the painters immediately after that.

     Back in November, we began to work over there knowing the MIL would probably not be coming home.  At the time, we thought the nursing home would take the house.  When the MIL died in March, she beat them out of it.  That left it completely up to us to clear everything out and sell it.

     I thought we’d never get it done.  However, as of now we are getting very close to the end of the tunnel.  We can soon begin doing the cosmetics and repairs we need to do to sell the house.  The day we hang the for sale sign up is the day I crack open a bottle of champagne and celebrate with my helpers.