Before above, and in the middle of the sorting, same wall below.
After two days of getting rid of stuff, of taking everything off shelves, of working our tails off, we took one truck load to El Cajon, two truck loads to three thrift shops, and filled the truck bed a fourth time with fabrics.
The Geezer was a total grump about it all. I was a virago nattering back at him. He didn’t willingly give up things from his childhood, I didn’t willingly put up with an angry husband. We were a fine pair, Charlie Brown.
What’s left is the barrel chair, and a lady is coming to see about it today. On the same wall are the HO gauge trains. Yes, the nephews and nieces want them, yes too, one in middle California will drive down to pick up some, and the other who lives in OR wants to film the whole thing. My job will be to tell the Oregon Nephew that his brother will be here this coming weekend.
The pain in my leg was so great that I could not move much less walk anywhere by night fall. The cake was great tho.