Hi Kids Things has been very busy around the ranch lately. By that I mean Gordon has been busy. Now that he's no longer putting in 12 hours a day at work plus commute, he has time and energy to do something about this old house. It has two big problems. 1) it's old (which means a lotta things don't work so good, and 2) it is crammed full of junk, mostly accumulated by his pack rat mother. He would like to get rid of her stuff, but on the other hand, he just can't bring himself to do it. As I may have mentioned once or 30 times, we have that big industrial size sewing machine in the kitchen. Bigger than a gas stove. And there are several (couple dozen maybe) cartons of junk strewn around the place. Mostly old fabric from the days when she did sweat shop sewing at home. The problem is aggravated by the fact that I am so feeble now I can no longer move furniture and lug boxes. I do little things to help. Kinda like having a toddle as a helper. Good intentions; not too much substance. Today I spent an hour or so with my CDs. Don't know how many I have. No sense counting. Would just reinforce my compulsive behavior. Anyhoo I have enough that the boxes fill up a 6 shelf bookcase. Last week we took the CDs out of small boxes and put them in big boxes. All the while I kept saying, "But I can't move boxes this big." The project was sheer folly (about 15 denier) since the boxes could not be opened on the shelf. Not enough room to lift the cover. So they had to be moved off the shelf if one wanted to take out a CD, and the boxes were too heavy for me to do that. All the while I kept saying to myself, I don't care. Que serra serra. It's his house. If it makes him happy, etc. Today he agreed I should reverse the process. From big boxes to small. Oy-vey. The last time I posted, I ran outta steam before I addressed everydobby. Was hoping to do better this time, but ran outta steam again. Maybe I can come back and do little mini posts. Anyhoo I do wanna say to Sunflower, I hope the docs can fix up hubby. It is so aggravating when things that have been automatic for decades (like thinking and breathing and circulating and digesting and etc.) go haywire. (Gary Larson had a cartoon about things running amok in a baling wire factory.) For our pun lovers, here's a memo from the Personnel Dept. "Employees are advised that civil conduct and common courtesy are required here at Maybelline. Those who have been engaging in petty spats are instructed to make up." Hugs Rock Illustrating that everything is more difficult when your computer and your brain don't work, it has taken me an hour to write and post this. Took two tries to sign in here and two tries to cut and paste and then the post was double spaced and had to be corrected and on and on. It took less effort to brief cases for law school.