Yesterday was a day of almost non-stop movement.  Packing, sorting, throw this, keep that, give this to them...  With Tony and Vergil both pitching in, we got a lot done.  Megan made a run to Good will to donate stuff.  Rich came by and finished the painting in the living room.  He brought the trailer and we have it filled completely.

The stuff just keeps coming.  It reminds me of the widow that Ezekiel stayed with who's oil never ran out.  I don't think we will make the Tuesday morning departure, and we have reset for next Saturday.


I found my pilot license in the process.  I'd been looking for it and then up it pops.  What a relief.  


Tony and Vergil treated us all to supper at a Thai restaurant downtown (Angels).  Got to see Linh Dang and Hai Dang.  Linh Dang is getting so tall, he said he wants to be in the six foot area, but I think genetics will determine that for him.  Hai Dang had just returned from two weeks in Indonesia with the church.  I was hanging back on the food, but still came away stuffed.

At the end of the day, we put on a movie that Tony had.  I don't remember the name, but it was a snoozer.  I suppose with my proclivity to dropping off in movies, that doesn't mean much.  It had Brad  Pitt and Sean Penn in it.

And so after a night's sleep, I wake with aching joints, swollen hands, tennis elbow and sore feet to start another day of moving.  It's good to be alive.