United and U.S. Airways combined to do a nice job of scooting me back to Charlotte on time and intact Sunday night. Job one of the long weekend was Steve’s joyous wedding, and job two was to sort through what remained of my parent’s household possessions and ship out plates and roasting pans and a menagerie of other items to points north and south; St. Paul and Charlotte.
It really was four days of mixed emotions. It was great to see friends Jane and Dave, Pam and Greg, Sam and Bryce, Staci and Bruce, and all the others to say nothing of the wedding itself. The dirty work was somewhat less so. Deciding what to keep and what to donate was tedious and trying emotionally. But UPS says the boxes will arrive at the destinations by Thursday. Ellen will be happy when she unwraps her surprise package. I’ll open mine, too, but we’ll see if any of the feelings I had in the garage in Clive made the trip along with whatever it was I wrapped in newspaper and bubble wrap. Right now, I can’t remember what most of it was.
May 2, 2011
Ellen/Reid: I guess I’m looking forward to the trip to Des Moines later this week. Steve says everything about the wedding is in place. From the sound of things it appears to be relatively low key; they have instituted a ‘no gift’ policy that I plan on violating with a box of ProV1 golf balls for Steve. The way he plays efficient golf, a dozen golf balls will last him a couple of years.
Job #1 in Iowa is to pack up items for shipment to Charlotte or to your locales. Ellen, it sounds as if you have picked up just about everything you need. Reid, the assumption is that you have neither room nor immediate desire for most of those things so I will preemptively have those items sent to North Carolina where they will remain until such time as you want them. That’s fine. You can look through things the next time you come down here. And, might I ask, when will that be? (That applies to you, too, EP.)
I get in about 3:30 on Thursday and will head straight to the hardware store for boxes and tape and get cracking on fillin’ the boxes. That will consume all of Thursday night and into Friday morning. Bob and I will have coffee at Grounds for Celebration then head to The Wave for a hearty Midwestern breakfast. We have a lot of catching up to do. He just had some surgery to overcome the effects of too much text messaging. He just had one wrist worked on a few months ago, and now it’s the other. And guess what I keep getting from him on my phone? Steve has a pre-wedding golf outing set for Friday afternoon, and then I’ll head to Jane and Dave’s party on Friday night. Rumor has it that there will be more golf Saturday morning, so at least we know where Steve’s second priority is.
I have mixed feelings going back to the house. That’s where I’ll plan to stay to avoid hotels. But it is a visit that needs to be made although I don’t know the full extent of what must be packed and UPS’d. There was a lot of good that went on there for a lot of years. It might be good to see some of the old neighbors although they might wonder what in the hell is going on. Your mother has asked me to tend to some fresh sod that was just laid to lessen some of the standing water in the back yard. I hope it’s in good shape. As much as I might have groused about mowing and such, there are portions of yard work, especially the gardening aspect of it that I miss the most. I liked digging in the dirt.
Quite the news this morning about bin Laden. About time they got the bastard. Of course, one of the news programs had some right winger on who said it “took a Muslim to catch a Muslim.” He went on to say the Republicans set up the apparatus to catch him, so already the party that couldn’t catch him is laying claim to it. What a bunch of crackpot idiots. I don’t go along with those who say that terrorist bunch is DOA; rather, it’s like cutting the head off the hydra. There will be someone else to come along and do the dirty work. So this battle is far from over and done with. But a big chunk of it is gone.
Watched four little chickadees spring from their nesting box this weekend. One by one they popped their little heads out and flew to the nearest branch. They were unsteady, but since then have found their wings and have frequented the bird feeder outside the kitchen window. It’s good to know that there are now four little birds that might not have otherwise had a good home on the tree out in back. I’ve really enjoyed the comings and goings in the nest. I yanked the neatly made nest out in the hopes some other occupants might try the same thing. At least the nesting box will be in clean and in place for the bluebirds next February.