Sorry Flowers
The sorry flowers delivery was ten days in the making. I moved on Friday, in the Florida, August heat, after a year of not seeing my stuff that was boxed by strangers after the flood and stored for a year. I unpacked, sorted, sifted, and purged for four days until 2:00 a.m. because the workman were demanding my attention from 8:00 a.m. until 5:00 p.m. and I couldn’t get in, out and around them to unpack. On day five, I loaded my daughter’s car, drove nine hours and for two days I moved her into her dorm. This time it was the Alabama, August heat. Could it be any hotter? We unloaded the overloaded car then we made two trips to and from a storage unit. Storage. It is a bad word for me. On the evening of day eight I returned to Tampa and I was… So So So Tired. The house was still teeming with workman, way too many of the boxes (there were 122) were still waiting for me and my superman husband was fired up to get me fired up to take over and finish. LaRue, my mother-in-law, bless her, was on hand and had been …
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