I haven't been writing much of anything the last several months. Not in my journal, my books to Bernadette, e-mails, or here. I haven't been able to stand writing.
In June, I had written about the bigger garden we'd planted. I went to California for a week in July to visit my dad, who'd been in and out of the hospital several times. By the time I got back, the garden and greenhouse had been abandoned. 2-3 weeks later, she had someone else tell us that she wanted us and all of our stuff "gone yesterday." After nearly 2 years of work, "yesterday" wasn't possible.
Some people from the church where we'd both been going helped move boxes out of her basement. On the surface, that looks like it would be good, right? The only good thing about it was that it did hurry things along.
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