This afternoon I worked with Grandma for a couple of hours in the sorting and packing process. The goal at this point is to identify what is going with her and what will be left behind for the sale. It was painful for both of us, and we have language issues which don't help. When I say "Is it going/" She hears "Is it going away, as in to be sold?" What I'm meaning is "Are you taking it with you to Sunflower Gardens?" We had numerous variations on that theme and my attempts to establish a generally accepted terminology was unsuccessful. At the end of the afternoon, we had accomplished a good deal, but there is lots more to be done. I hauled the photo albums -- all zillion pounds of them -- off of her top shelf, out of her house, into my trunk, and finally into my basement.
My Back hurts. And, of course, you girls can figure that the next time they move will be when you lug them out of my basement and to wherever they will land next.
I also brought the boxes of baby afghans to store in my basement. She has carefully labeled each of six boxes with one great-grandchild's name. In each there is a baby afghan to go to their child.
One afghan per grandchild. She said she was not making more than that no matter how many kids they might have! And she has not
My Back hurts. And, of course, you girls can figure that the next time they move will be when you lug them out of my basement and to wherever they will land next.
One afghan per grandchild. She said she was not making more than that no matter how many kids they might have! And she has not
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