After spending last weekend goofing off in the hospital, I was blessed this weekend with grass cutting, leaf raking, and helping my daughter move into her new apartment.
The leaves and the grass were easy – I worked until I had done enough. The moving was harder. My daughter bought one of those entertainment centers that you have to assemble. I think it only had 300 fasteners. That project taxed my tiny mind and my patience for about 3 hours. I got everything assembled except the drawers. I might even finish those one day.
There was another milestone this weekend. Usually I move mattresses and stuff by myself, even up and down stairs. This time, I punted the job entirely and asked two capable gentlemen to take my place. Thanks to Manny and Alex for putting that queen-size monstrosity upstairs at my daughter’s apartment. I like this idea of outsourcing heavy lifting to others.
Here am I, full of tumor and empty of nest.
Another edition of Tumor Times has been put to rest.
To each of you, my very best.
P.S. My apologies. I will outsource the poetry writing beginning next week. ;-(
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