THE LAST DAY

I am at the rental house.
John is at the house house. The latter is full, from floor to ceiling (I am not joking, not one bit) with boxes of.......stuff. As George Carlin would say. It is amazing the STUFF we have that we will be throwing out.

Anyone want a beautiful Jenny Lind Green crib that is not sold any longer because babies, determined little bastards that they are, can jam their heads(!!) through the railings. I never had one do that, but presumably they can.

How about three bookcases my Father built FOR MY BROTHER-- who is 5 yrs older than even I am, and I am old, that we have been using ALL THESE YEARS?
I must say they have lasted. But it is time. They are like 70 yrs old. Ya think it's time to say goodbye?

The bed I have is the bed John had as a kid. It is on my hit list, but he doesn't know that yet. I am 65. I would like a bed OF MY OWN.

In this house right now are:
me
the computer
a little bit of wine in a bottle
some Coke in a bottle
a can of StarBucks Double Shot.
I have an hour of computer time left, aaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeWHADDAMIGONNADOWITHOUTMYCOMPUTER????????????????