Today is packing day. I need to spend a couple nights at Mom’s house this week to get some weeding done. While it would be an easy feat for me to pick up and go alone, it is quite a production with Mom along. Don would stay home with her, but it is best if I am around to help her dress. Besides, in spite of her complaints about packing, I think it is good for her to get out of the house for awhile, even if all she does is sit around a different house. And, actually, I do most of the packing anyway.
To save some costs, I plan our meals and bring most of the food with us. That just leaves a little filling in when we get there. In spite of all her camping experiences when she and Dad were younger, Mom has definitely lost her camping spirit. Her idea of what to pack and mine can be considerably different; God forbid she should be expected to put milk on her cereal instead of bringing the Mocha Mix too. And did I forget her favorite marmalade? No, I just didn’t want to rent a UHaul. Regardless of our final negotiations, we manage just fine and both always leave her house feeling better for having been there.
So, here’s to a few days of labor and memories and seeing old friends. May it be worth the packing and unpacking, repacking and re-unpacking that this week will surely bring.
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