George and I took my father's dining room suite to my sister. It had been my grandmother's (my mother's mother) forever. As long as any of my sisters could remember.
Anyway, my next oldest sister said it could fit in her house and there was a need and we wanted the space in our garage back.
A van was procurred and off we left early this morning. The set was delivered. The set was erected and even lunch eaten at the table.
Sounds pretty easy, huh?
No. Not really.
They weren't into putting things together. George is very good at it. Not being a very tall or big individual makes him think things through a little differently. Do something more efficiently. So what was to be a stop and go kind of thing became a 3 hour affair.
Anyway it is done. I had put it off. Thinking someone else would take care of it. Take the iniative. Same with a few other things from dad's estate. No one is taking that iniative.
I am having to do it and I wonder why. I get mad at the feeling of responsibility of it.
There are just times when I want to be irresponsible and let someone else to do the work. I know that isn't going to happen. That is probably what my dad was betting on. He knew. Had confidence that I would take care of things when I did not want to the most.
I suppose I should feel flattered and loved.
Hmmmm. Give me a few days on that one.
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