It’s Sunday, the traditional day of rest, but we are still forging ahead with moving plans. They never take a day of rest.
After Earl returned from church, we dined on Rooster’s chicken for lunch. It’s an aberration in Earl’s world, since he doesn’t like people to eat in his car. But Rooster’s only has carry-out, so we purchased the chicken, retired to the parking lot, and consumed said chicken before re-starting the car. In between the purchase and the final bite, Earl was heard making sounds that suggest he’s in heaven. It’s the only chicken I’ve ever seen him eat with his fingers; usually he picks with his knife and fork.
Then it’s off to the lockers to add more items to storage. Our lockers are #52 and #57, so we’ve combined them together into the address 5257 Locker Lane. So far, we’ve stored various cardboard wardrobes of clothing, memorabilia from our families, extraneous luggage we’re not ready to give up, painting supplies, an ice chest, and a generator.
We’re realizing that we still have a lot of “stuff,” that possibly our promise to each other to have only one locker, instead of two, this time next year is optimistic. Earl seemed dismayed that we might not reach this goal; but I say it’s better to have two lockers than to have our new home look like a warehouse. At the same time, I’m not opting for three lockers. The address would be undecipherable.
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