Mom decided we needed to make a dump run. She had lots of odds and ends taking up space. Buckets and planters tend to start disintegrating after awhile. Some stuff, like an outdoor umbrella, just won't go in the garbage can. So Pat came over and we loaded his truck. I worked the yard while they collected stuff out of the garage. We were ready to run to the dump in about an hour.
Lots of people had the same idea, so we waited in line. Being at the dump always makes me think of Dad. We made many trips together. Anyway we got unloaded and plan another run in a couple of weeks. More work needs to be done in the garage and I'm sure I can find some stuff in the yard. And every trip we do now is that many less we do later.
We also all talked about me renting Mom's house when the day comes that she moves. Unfortunately it gets closer and closer.
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