Today my dad is 89 years old. Wow, that's about 15 years longer than we thought he would make it. (Back when Grandpa Jake died - at 78, we took bets on how long Dad would survive.) No one took over 75. But, guess he decided to fool us all. Anyway, I'm going over there for dinner tonight.
I guess I'd better get him a small gift. When I was about 9 - 10 I gave him a bottle of mucilage for Christmas. Wonder if they still make the stuff?
The worst part of the past two weeks has been IBS. I've been through this so many times; but it sure makes life rough. Sorry if you have a queasy stomach, but I have had diarrhea for the past two weeks. Imodium is my friend. I am craving liquids to replenish what is leaving. I get shaky and have to eat more frequently which means ----- more frequently. All I know is, This too shall pass. ;)
Yesterday I got the 2nd bedroom packed. Books, art supplies, paper. I still have to find a box for all the treasured Girl Scout stuff. I am going to make a scrapbook this winter, with the help of that scrapbooker extraordinaire, Sabrina.
Today, I am cleaning the bathrooms. And doing some general picking up and putting away. You wouldn't believe what a mess the house it. Really. Well, it's only two weeks and then we move the good stuff out of here and leave the non-essentials behind. Talk about de-cluttering!
Hopefully, by just having what we really need about, I will have an easier time keeping the house up!