Not me, the boy. Son Noah is moving out today. He's leaving reluctantly, and I don't think he's half packed, but in a little while I'm borrowing a trailer and moving all his stuff out of the house and into a storage unit in Logan.
Its time. The boy is way behind on the trip to adulthood and staying here is just delaying the inevitable slap in the face that life is sure to deliver before he gets his act together. So he's got to go.
To make matters more fun- it looks like it could rain today...
[UPDATE] Well, that didn't work! Seems we forgot to call the storage unit office yesterday and today they didn't answer their phone. So- we loaded the truck and a trailer but didn't drive to Logan, The GF's back tonight but won't have the keys to her apartment before Monday- maybe Tuesday, so we can't get her stuff stowed away either right now.
I did get one flower bed weeded today and had one interested person come up to ride the Suzuki. He seemed to like it but felt it was more motorcycle than he wanted to ride.]
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