Down-sizing

I always seem to start writing my blog really late. We'll see what comes of this one. Mom is doing well at the Manor, I think, but she still gets lonely for family. The last few days I haven't stayed to visit for very long because I have spent 5-6 hours at her apartment packing the left over stuff. I don't know whether she realizes it or not, but down-sizing means the stuff will be GONE. I have found stuff she moved over from the house 9-10 yrs ago that I'll bet she hasn't looked at since she moved, but it's still there! The worst thing is that the organ has to be gone. I hate that, but even though I have tried to give it to the Manor so it'll be where she can keep her eye on it, they don't have room, so I have to give it to the organ man in town. Rats. I wish I could play it, but alas, I was more interested in chasing boys than learning the piano, let alone the organ. I have put in about 40-50 hours over at the apartment getting Mom moved. Guess that doesn't sound like all that much, unless we remember that I was off my feet two summers in a row, and I have learned sitting is easier than being up working. And my feet get really sore, walking around on that cement floor covered with very thin carpeting. And - when I come home, I still have to do the housework around here. Granted, I don't work real hard at that, especially since I cleaned well before Uncle Kenny and Aunt Dixie came on the 27th, and then cleaned again for community life group here on Sunday (the 31st). So it shouldn't get too dirty after that, especially since Lee and I are at Mom's most of the time these days. Me more than Lee, but he has been helping quite a bit. This seems like such an inconsequential blog - Who really wants to read about my take on my mom and my boring life? Seems like we don't do anything exciting anymore. It was fun having relatives here, even though it was very, very short. The end of next week Lee and I will be going to MN and he will be talking on the life of a railroader. That'll be good. Wonder what kind of a group will assemble from Mtn Lake to hear what he has to say. That should be interesting. I hope he will tell some of his fun stories about the railroad characters he worked with over the years. They are funny stories, especially the way he tells them. I'll let you know how that goes. That's the story of my life the last two weeks. Now I am going to bed. Good night, y'all. (All one of you)