Had intended to open a p.o. box in my mom's name yesterday, but have to have her physically there at the post office, or have power of attorney documents. Can produce neither. Got online and set up forwarding to our house. Maybe easier in the long run. I've gotten to the place where, before I make a decision, I weigh it. Is it causing me more work or not? Having to check for her mail at a p.o. box would be one more unnecessary thing. Glad it was decided for me.
Went by my folks house afterward and said good-bye to it. There's furniture inside that my brother is going to have Habitat for Humanity pick up. I walked through the rooms, found 2 old iron skillets inside the oven. A few things decorative things hanging my brother overlooked, and the old flag we used to hang up. Didn't need any of it, but didn't want strangers to toss them.
My dad was a home remodeler, and build the den on the back of the house. Bye den. (Actually, it's the second den he built. In the original one, I remember sitting on the floor eating lunch when JFK was shot. I was four.) He re-did lots of things in that house. Bye house. They bought the house in 1956, first and only owners. Don't see much of that anymore.
Told my husband last night, it's like a death. Grieving for a house. Haven't ever experienced anything like this. On top of world news, I can tell I'm over the top on my stress meter. I can't take anymore. Not kidding. Me and the whole country.
Slow day. Puttering. No tasks that are difficult. Comfort food for dinner. Preserve my brittle sanity.
Take care of yourselves.