I had a sort of undramatic, unstructured, wonderful weekend.
Barry and I got to have lunch with John and Kennedy at Miller's Ale House, where we've been wanting to take them ever since we ate the Osoboko. (sp.) We had a good visit, and then went and got their Jeep to pull back here. Kennedy helped move the ramps and anything that she could do. I got to see their apartment and her painting porch and their three cats.
Beverly and I finally got to have a little visit late yesterday afternoon, and even though our visit focused on some current stressors it was good to be together.
Every day when I walk past the wisteria, I want to trim it, but was waiting for cold weather to take off all leaves. It finally did, and I probably spent a couple of hours shaping it up. Now I have to pick up the trimmings, but I smile at the tree when I walk by.
And I cleaned out one of the closets. That isn't as impressive as having gone through all three of them, but it is one of them.
And I made it through some laundry, and will probably be able to set out Barry's clothes for Gadesden tonight. ... which isn't as impressive as being packed already, but is still a chore behind me.
I just wasn't in the mood to get stressed out about anything, and so ... I did not.
Also got to have a nice phone chat with Johnny.
Michael and Daniel called Saturday, so Barry went to get them and they spent the night and plowed on the tractors with him, getting ready to put the garden in. It was their first time driving a tractor.
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