Move it! Part one…

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My husband’s sister is now in a nursing facility and sadly, will never be going home again . With the state taking all but $40 a month of her income to cover the (insane!) cost, emptying her apartment and canceling all her subscriptions, accounts and services went to the top of her daughter’s list.

For us, this meant enlisting the help of a few friends and lending a hand. Physically, and emotionally.

It was a hard day.

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Our niece’s fella just had shoulder surgery and was down to one working arm, but was there pitching in as well.

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The apartment was on the third floor and the absolute farthest from the elevator.

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Yes. That’s a giant stuffed tiger… for which I have no reasonable explanation.

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After a few hours of moving furniture? I swear that hallway got longer.

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And the elevator? Smaller.

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This foldable cart from Amazon was a life saver. The amount of weight it held was surprising.

To be continued….

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News you can’t use.

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Useless, but addicting… no?

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This is the very definition of useless news.

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See? You could have gone all day without knowing that.

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I think the cross makes this outfit. Nothing like piety like a good circumboob.

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If you’re going to lay out a veritable plant buffet, you have to expect random nibblers.

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I, on the other hand… do not.

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Adhesive?

And it sticks to… what?

Hard pass.

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My name is River.. and I’m a soap addict.

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After cleaning and organizing our master bath closet the other day, I turned my attention to the the spare bathroom. I don’t know about you, but in our house that’s where everything we don’t know what else to do with lands. I pulled vases, and candle sticks, and pitchers, a footed glass bowl and yes, even a crock pot out of there.

What that left me with was this…

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And by this I mean 10 bottles of Mrs. Meyers soap.

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Yes 10.

As well as 11 more bars of soap… to go with the 15 I’d found the other day.

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I haven’t yet decided if we’re extremely clean or extremely dirty. But if it’s the latter?

God damn it, we’re ready.

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A bonus find was 3 bottles of Jo Malone perfume.

Proof positive it pays to clean.

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You’re doing it wrong.

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Red squirrel annihilation training began the other day and I have to say…

It did not go well.

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After a few half hearted swats,

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten made friends.

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And in true I’m not doing what you want because I’m a cat fashion…

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The beast actually stared out the window at the real red squirrel …

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With a stuffed red squirrel facsimile on his head.

Sigh.

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Let’s play.

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Because that’s what we do here.

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I’m knee deep in the dark, brutally honest and often disturbing Jack Taylor detective series by Irish author Ken Bruen. His disgraced Galway Guard will break your heart so many times you’ll marvel at the strength of the human spirit.

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These aren’t easy lighthearted stories… but they’re powerful with deeply damaged, well written characters. Some hoping for redemption, some forever damned.

They say write what you know, and if that’s true? Mr. Bruen has been to the belly of Hell and back, firmly grasping a bottle of whiskey.

Page 18, line 4?

“I’d been to the off-licence, got my back up.”

Jameson and Guinness in this case.

How about you?

What’s your page 18, line 4 say?

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Random nonsense.

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Because there’s so much of it.

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12 feet of kale?

I’m going to have nightmares about that.

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After cleaning and organizing the closet in our master bath, I figure it will be a while before I need to buy certain products. 4 bottles of toothpaste, 6 bottles of Bath and Body Works lotion, 7 sticks of deodorants and 15 bars of soap of later I realized I may need to organize more often.

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Best. Display. Container. Ever.

Or worst. It’s a tough call.

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Even bees need bouncers.

Who knew?

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