Ch...ch...ch...changes
The grand move has been semi-completed. Furniture is moved, clothing is moved, the 'rents moved. Senior housing now has them! While the move took place, we were away. As some of you may know, I am a bit controlling. As such, we kept our plans for that weekend, and stayed away from the fun. Of course, that meant I had no control of what went and what stayed. Dad, as some of you may remember, is a hoarder...he doesn't just have tendencies...he IS one. Moving was especially challenging for him. While the entire space is large in the new place, he was moving items from a storage unit, and items from their room here. The room here was packed to the gills, as used to be said. Under the bed, very top of the closet, very bottom of the closet, packed up dressers (4 of them!), bookcase, external closet IKEA thing (top, bottom) - all full of "stuff". The bulk of the "stuff" is baseball cards...the ones that are the "money" cards are ...