It's Thursday morning and I know that because I looked at the calendar.  Since I retired the day of the week has become almost meaningless.  For example, I knew that yesterday was the 4th of July because the neighbors told me the day before of their party plans.  Anyway, I am keeping an eye on the calendar these days because the fuse is getting shorter for our departure.  If we leave as planned on Tuesday morning, I have a total of 5 days to get thru my list (posted yesterday).  Do you hear the helpless little voice inside me screaming?

Vergil cleaned out the van yesterday.  He washed it, vacuumed it and even cleaned the carpets.  I'm afraid the shock may cause mechanical problems.  It's the cleanest its been since we bought it.  Then under Anh's careful direction, he and I loaded boxes for our trip.

I moved boxes of books to the shop and cleaned the oven.  Replaced the oven light that we have lived without for years.  Ran out of boxes so I made a trip to the handyman's home away from home; Home Depot.  Didn't have time to browse for the one tool I don't already have; just get the boxes and oven light bulb and scoot.

Worked on my "Roots" paper, but am sorta stuck right now.   I think I'll start work on another paper and come back to it later.  Time has healing qualities for an aching mind.  I have to keep at it, because I have 4 of these papers to do in the Summer quarter.

Oh, the neighbors fireworks were wonderful.  We had perfect viewing because they used our float to set them off.  They parked it right in front of our property; couldn't have been better.  I was feeling pretty nostalgic as I thought about the years we've been here and enjoyed this place.  We have hosted our own 4th of July parties for all but the last two years.

The young couple that is renting our house was at the party too, so we walked thru the house with them.  Then Anh gave a tour of the garden of edibles.  I had some potatoes that had sprouted, so I planted them a few days ago and covered with some soil from the compost.  They are growing like crazy.

I plan to spend my day assembling boxes, filling them with stuff and hauling them to the shop.  I really appreciate that Vergil came to lend a hand.  Granny always said, "Many hands make light work", and it's true.  On the back burner, I'll be thinking about what my next paper should be about; Navy, my conversion from heathen to child of God, or what.

Hey if you are reading this, let me know that I'm not just talking to myself.  Comment or something so I'll know I'm not alone.