Last week when I wasn't here blogging, one of the things I did was begin cleaning out my dad's house. He died nearly a year ago, and you may think it's pathetic of me, but I wasn't ready until now.
It's a little house, and my parents were not pack rats. They moved dozens of times in their sixty-plus years of marriage, so things had minimal importance. Still, there's a lot to do.
Earlier this week I got so angry with the writers of direct mail advertising. All this junk piled into my dad's mailbox every day, and he thought he needed to read every bit of it. So many conversations we had over the years, me saying "It's a scam," and him saying, "But maybe this one..."
Bless his heart.
Anyway, just thought I'd tell you I'm in process on that job, too. Last week was horribly hot, but this week the weather is nicer. I open windows while I work, and enjoy the breeze. It's not as sad going there now. Before, it was awful, but I think enough time has passed that I am ready to deal with it.