One Day At A Time

Oh joy. (Do you sense the sarcasm there?) DD (the boomerang child) is returning next weekend. She's in the process of packing up all her stuff in the house where she lives with her now-ex-boyfriend (let's call him Ambrose). Ambrose announced the other day that he wants to break up. He's not kicking her out, but they are no longer a couple. What? So anyway, we have to rearrange the house (again!) to accomodate her. But now she has a new job, one that I hope she'll keep for at least three years, so she's getting a rent-to-own storage building, which will be paid off in (you guessed it) three years. It's only 9 x 12, but it should hold the majority of the big stuff, with boxes and such tucked in here and there between things. And I lose my "craft" room (again!), so the spinning wheels come back out into the living room, the small looms get relocated to wherever they fit in my bedroom, the various bags of wool and the cones of weaving yarns get put into storage tubs and put in the attic, the bureau with the tablecloths and junk towels (for cleaning up after dogs, etc.) moves back to my bedroom, the little table with my drum carder on it goes back to the office, and the plastic shelving unit goes back to my bedroom. Got some of this done yesterday and will do more tomorrow and on through the week.

BIL #3 was here this past weekend for the beginning of the drama. DD's ex and ex-MIL will be here this coming weekend for DGD's birthday, so they get to see the middle of the drama. Then sister and BIL #1 will be here the weekend after THAT. I hope to be through with all the moving of stuff by then, but there is no end to the drama. Once she's here, it just takes a different form.

I don't know why I bothered retiring.