[Not very imaginative. The only frame from today that will survive and only because of posting-to-365…]
Our cat seems to recognize suitcases and gets agitated. It’s almost as if he knows something he doesn’t like is going to happen. Not to worry, Jack; it’s just me this time. Clare is staying home.
Tomorrow morning I have a one-way flight to meet up with my brother and get Dad’s Florida condominium ready for sale. We’ll drive Dad’s car back.
Note. Evidence of the packing style learned from Clare’s first college roommate, Betty Gero (sp?). Lay everything into the bottom and then fold everything over-and-in at the end. Much more efficient than putting items in “already folded”.
Retired economics professor (“dismal scientist”). Married 40+ years to the love of my life; we have two grown daughters, both married, two granddaughters and a...