But here I am.
The children have moved and the compound is quiet. Most of the toys are gone from the yard and the house is a shell littered with boxes. I am in the process of wading through a lifetime of “stuff”. Toss, donate or keep. The keep pile is very small since the plan is to sell the house and go on the road in a trailer. I am being ruthless. The few things I can’t part with and can’t take with are going into a couple of bins to be stored in some one’s garage/home/attic.
My once massive wardrobe of beautiful clothes is now down to a very few practical pieces and I expect will be cut even further once we get under way. I may yet adopt some kind of nun’s robes. First I’ll have to invent my religion. It’s on my list of things to do.
The other is to knit a trailer cozy.