I stayed home alone tonight. That's unusual for a Thursday, but there's so much happening (and all at the same time, it seems) that my main mission right now is to be out of the way. People are moving, parties are being planned, and commotion is rampant. It's kind of dizzying, actually. Especially if you're in the middle of it. Which I'm not.
It's hard for me to keep up with everyone's agenda for the upcoming weekend. I know that tomorrow is the big moving day for Tammy and David. They don't get the key to the new place until late afternoon, but they plan to sleep there tomorrow night.
That takes a lot of planning and a little luck, I think. The motivation to have it over and done is an eloquent persuader. Nothing gets accomplished as easily as those things we want to look back on with satisfaction.
And then Saturday, amidst all this upheaval, is D.J.'s birthday party. About forty people will be there, roughly half adults and half children. (Plus those of us who are half both.) It will be at Suzanne's house, where we've been having family parties for over a quarter of a century. This might be one of the last of its kind, though, what with the move and all. It'll also be the first of its kind. Or at least, it's the first one with exotic animals in attendance.
Whatever help I can be, I'll do my best, even if it's just mostly staying out of the way. The first thing Tammy wants to do in her new house is line the shelves. David has help lined up for the unloading and arranging. The kids are being looked after by their father's family.
Nevertheless, I plan to show up to see if anyone hands me something and tells me what to do with it. Anything that requires no skill and little strength is right up my alley. I don't have much imagination when it comes to decorating (just look at my place), but once I get an assignment, I tend to rip into it with both hands until it's done. Plus, I haven't even seen their new place yet, so I'm kind of eager to take a look.