Tammy is coming to visit this weekend and my brother is moving to Vancouver this weekend. I am hopping from one foot to the other excited.
A lot of people think I am quite odd for wanting to live with my brother (many comments about how “I could never live with MY brother in a million years”) but I think this is the wave of the future for a lot of baby boomers. Tammy being here means I can’t help with the move proper but after I drop her off at the airport I’ll be over to the new place helping kick stuff into corners. As Jeff has more stuff it’s good I’ll be moving in second as it will be a serious inducement to get rid of stuff. I’ve already gotten rid of one box of boox and more to come (I joined bookcrossing.com). It’s a wrench giving away books. In fact, it’s virtually impossible, but I will have little room in the new place – essentially about one third of the floor space I have now – so goodbye sofa of Morpheus (does anybody want a REALLY AMAZING SOFA?) and the ditzy Ikea furniture I bought when I moved in. Goodbye stupid desk. Some of the good furniture is going into storage, but most of it, I freely admit, is trash, including all the bookshelves.
The cold continues apace. I got more cough syrup last night but was able to sleep without it. A detailed enumeration of my symptoms can be collapsed down to the heartfelt, “Eew, gross,” so we’ll just leave it at that.
I have one last family bit of news. As far as I can determine, Katie has actually quit smoking. I’ve been coming and going on it myself but I haven’t had a cigarette in about two weeks, and Katie’s been off for a week. Given the temptation – she’s currently living with smokers – I’m sure it’s a hard thing, but she’s also broke, and that helps.