Dec 092015
 

I’m in the middle of packing.  It’s amazing how much stuff I’ve accumulated, between George’s needs and everything else.  I’ll let. you know later on that I have arrived home safely.  Hugs to you all!!

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  10 Responses to “Personal Update–12/9/2015”

  1. Good luck!

    When I moved into my new home 11 years ago after having lived in  my previous one for 25 years, I decidedd that a person should either MOVE every ten years, or ACT like they're going to move every ten years.

    Sort and Purge, Sort and Purge, Sort and Purge, Sort and Purge …

    • After we were flooded I thought I would never accumulate "stuff" again.  I don't know Whom I thought I was kidding.

  2. May it all go super smooth!

  3. Don't forget to pack those cute nurses gently and carefully… lol!

  4. To add a lighter touch from a fundraising email from Sara and the entire Fuse team:

    In the meantime, we’re turning to Aaron Ostrom’s sons Desmond and Cole for today’s humor. Desmond wrote this satirical poem for extra credit yesterday in his 6th grade language arts class, and Cole produced the art on his phone.
     

    Trumperwocky
    By Desmond Jaynes Ostrom

    `Twas pandemonium, and the lying candidates Did argue and fight in the debate; All busy were the campaign managers And the Trump gave lots of hate.

    Beware the Trumperwock, my son The mouth that tricks, that hair that makes grown men cry! Beware the sacred comb-over and shun Trumps signature move – the lie.

    Bernie took his star spangled sword in hand; Long time the fearsome foe he sought– So rested he by the voting booth And stood awhile in thought.

    And as in scheming thought he stood, The Trumperwock, with hair of fame, Came blundering through the crowd of paparazzi, Gaining popularity as he came!

    One, two! One, two! And through and through The star spangled blade went snicker snack! He left it beat, and with this feat, He drove his limo back.

    “And hast thou defeated the Trumperwock? Come to my arms my Bernie boy! Oh Election Day! Hurrah! Hurray!” He giggled in his joy.

    ‘Twas pandemonium, and the lying candidates Did argue and fight in the debate; All busy were the campaign managers, And the Trump gave lots of hate."

    • Loved the poem!  The desktop is dead.  The laptop is staggering.  C2 still won't let me get my email.  I will keep trying.

  5. Ten years is too long.  If I were smart I would have sorted and purged yearly or even more frequently.  I'll just have to feel sorry for my executrix, I guess.  TC, be well.  We care about you and need you.

  6. Good luck!  I hope all went well.

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