Last night's efforts to help the in-laws pack got jimmy-jacked half way through as a bad storm blew through, so I only got two boxes of glass collectibles and knick-knacks packed up before we had to quickly head back home and get the truck under the carport. 60 mph winds and hail - yikes! The hail and rain didn't actually happen at our end of town - just wind and boiling clouds.
As we are packing up things and throwing things out, the folks are giving us things as well. So far I have ended up with two glass tables, one of which I like, a whole drawer full of flatware, an entire cupboard-full of spices, a bread machine, a crockpot (that used to be mine), a carpet shampooer, some tatty fake flowers, a police scanner (yippee! mine's broken) and a DIY home repair book (the value of which has yet to be determined). Some of those things (many) I really didn't want but I didn't want to hurt any feelings. Hubby complains that I am a pack rat (I do so hate to throw something out that is still useful or that may be re-purposed someday) however he is the one bringing all of this stuff home. I will have to sort through some of these things for the those that are still useful and what needs to be discreetly discarded or perhaps sold.
As much as I am looking forward to an end to the current stresses of living with Hubby's parents practically out my backdoor, I realize that this is both a relief and also difficult for Hubby. Possibly we are exchanging one set of stresses for another, but in all reality this is the best thing for them both. Hubby's sister is a nurse and able to take excellent care of them, they will have access to a lot of senior programs that are unavailable here, and they won't have to stress over money.
They are a little resistant, mainly Father-in-Law because he knows he can't pass the Oklahoma driver's test with his eyesight the way it is so he won't be driving. Younger folks here will be thankful that he is no longer on the road, as he has a habit of driving about 15 mph everywhere and creating long lines of traffic behind him. But then, we're used to it. It must be one of those old-guy things because our town has had a long history of old gentlemen (term used loosely) driving slowly and collecting irate drivers in their wake. The most notorious was Wally, who did it for sport. After he passed away, there were a couple of others who took up the torch, but only a handful who made legendary status. Rex was one and Father-in-law is another. I don't know who will take up the torch now that Father-in-Law is moving away. Most likely it will be his best buddy Fred who always rides shotgun. We shall see.
As much as I am looking forward to an end to the current stresses of living with Hubby's parents practically out my backdoor, I realize that this is both a relief and also difficult for Hubby. Possibly we are exchanging one set of stresses for another, but in all reality this is the best thing for them both. Hubby's sister is a nurse and able to take excellent care of them, they will have access to a lot of senior programs that are unavailable here, and they won't have to stress over money.
They are a little resistant, mainly Father-in-Law because he knows he can't pass the Oklahoma driver's test with his eyesight the way it is so he won't be driving. Younger folks here will be thankful that he is no longer on the road, as he has a habit of driving about 15 mph everywhere and creating long lines of traffic behind him. But then, we're used to it. It must be one of those old-guy things because our town has had a long history of old gentlemen (term used loosely) driving slowly and collecting irate drivers in their wake. The most notorious was Wally, who did it for sport. After he passed away, there were a couple of others who took up the torch, but only a handful who made legendary status. Rex was one and Father-in-law is another. I don't know who will take up the torch now that Father-in-Law is moving away. Most likely it will be his best buddy Fred who always rides shotgun. We shall see.
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