I need to go through my closet one more time to throw out things I haven’t used in a year. Why? When the “Quieter-home-program” folks take over, I have to move out of my closet. Into the Geezer’s closet. He’s been seriously resistant to my gentle suggestions that he clean out his closet. This morning I said that I’d clean it out. We are getting notification the middle of next month of the date et al.
One of these days I might suggest he clean out his tool hoardings. Did I say that?
In the midst of selfish closet bickerings, we have a family sadness. Lenore’s dog Romeo died. Romeo was Lenore and Mohave’s companion for a great many years. He was a happy soul, and he will be much missed.
Off to find the scooter office. The owner hasn’t answered our calls or emails. We need a scooter for the Spring Roundup and one for Comic Con. G is getting frustrated, and that’s not a good thing at all.
Monday is the first doctor’s appointment about the hip. Yes, right now I’m stuck looking at the process not the end of it all.