My parents are all moved, except for getting stuff from the storage facility to the new place. The phone is finally working. No cable TV out there, so they’re getting a satellite connection. My sister and brother-in-law were there this weekend helping them get settled in. I’m The Bad One again—I didn’t go help. I really don’t want to share these germs, though! And there was that little matter of R’s birthday.
I want to go visit, but Katie definitely has the crud now, and I think G is getting it 🙁
It’s extremely odd to think of someone else being in the house where they lived for 25 years.
And I can’t believe Daddy gave the new people a former in-law’s name and number to do some renovation for them. Maybe he doesn’t like them? I’m sure the guy does good work if he shows up as agreed and isn’t coked up at that very moment. He’s likely to screw any and all females who don’t run away quickly. But supposedly he’s been in rehab since my opinion of him was formed.
