On My Own Now

I have spent the better part of the past four months moving into a smaller home, thus the silence on this blog.

You can imagine it–all the sifting and sorting of what will fit, what won’t fit, either the house or me as the me I have become. My very patient son moved a heavy television console in and out three times. I am now quite confident with a power drill from all the putting up shelves and modifying that I have done. Wayfair and Amazon deliveries came every few days, and I spent what seemed a...