We've done a lot of sorting, preparing to either move or move stuff into storage until we figure out where to move. One of the things I discovered was an autographed baseball and card of Hall of Famer Robin Yount. I don't recall who gave it to me, and it's been in a box for many years. Someone on Ebay wanted it, and it's now one of the items that's gone.
There's good news and bad news.
Our house is on the market. We have open houses this weekend and a handful of private showings already on the schedule. On the bad side, we have incredibly warm weather for the end of March, and the Asian beetle eggs are hatching, making our home a hatchery. We are doing what we can to minimize the proliferation of beetles, but it isn't fun. At least no mice have died in the walls recently (knock on wood).
My mother's health issues have not improved. I got a call from her Sunday morning, and she was headed to the hospital by ambulance. There were then two trips back and forth to Cedar Rapids. She hated the hospital and wanted to go home but doesn't feel secure at home by herself.
So, in between preparing the house for sale/showing and assisting Mom towards the best path forward, it's been crazy. I'm feeling a little PTSD, similar to going through Justin's and my dad's end of life. The doctors haven't been able to figure out what's wrong with my mom, except that she's not eating enough or keeping hydrated. There's loss of appetite, feeling full after just a couple of bites, and no energy.
Julia is headed for San Francisco for a previously-arranged trip to see Allie on Tuesday. I'll be spending some more time in Iowa, figuring things out. My uncle Lawrence used to tell me repeatedly, "It's hell getting old," when I was a teenager. I didn't understand then. I understand better now.
