My hubby Mark and I have been EXtremely busy getting my 86 year old Dad packed up and ready to move! The movers got him moved into the assisted living facility this morning and would've helped move things to where he wanted them but instead he sent them on their way ugh! I tried to get him to take a lot less stuff because it's not that big of a place anyway he's got way more of everything then what he'll need but we'll get it figured out! We stayed today and got quite a bit done and got his bed made up and moved anything and everything against the walls so he doesn't trip we'll go back tomorrow after my bloodwork plus physio on for my ankle that's EXtremely swelled and paining we'll go down and do some more sorting and hopefully a little downsizing! Next week should be less hectic I hope, it's kinda nice that Marks Mum is also living one floor below Dad. I'm sooooooooooooo glad that I am living my Forever Quit otherwise I'd be sitting outside in a plume of smoke coughing choking and nearly horking up a lung or possibly even both trying to get that damned fix UGH BUT NOT ANYMORE BECAUSE I DON'T DO THAT ANYMORE AND NEITHER DO YOU RIGHT!?
My Dad and I from a couple of years ago.
