This past weekend, we helped Justin pack up his belongings and move back home. Most of his "stuff" went to his storage locker. He ended up at the same storage place we use, so the parental units scored a $25 finder's fee. Yay! We didn't even know we'd get a referral bonus.
I didn't think we'd get it all done even in a whole weekend, but we amazingly had it all packed up and in the storage locker by Saturday evening. Justin brought the last load here yesterday afternoon. He's right...he doesn't really have that much.
We sent his old kid bed to Deseret Industries for reuse by another family. It was hard for us to see that bed go out the door to strangers. We had always thought the boys would take their beds for use by their own children, but that is apparently not in anyone's personal plan. Ah, well. So, he brought his bed, a bedside table, his tv and his game console, his clothes and incidentals. Plenty of space left in his room.
He brought back the artwork for the walls in his room. They are his, and his to take, but we sure did miss seeing them. Welcome home artwork! Id' say welcome home, Justin, but he's not here much. He's got a social life that never ends. Lucky him! And then there's the gym nights and the boxing nights and he's here to sleep. He's gone by the time I get up in the morning, long gone. And home after supper most nights, he says. We have not quite got it all figured out yet since he's only been here a couple of nights.
Poor Ray had to stick to a liquid diet over the weekend, in preparation for the dreaded colonoscopy. But the doc says that his insides look better this time than last. There's been Crohn's improvement! At last. The Humira is doing its job. I don't know what would happen if he could not get that med. I shudder to think. It's not the sort of thing you can stockpile. I have not worked out yet how we will get it while we are traveling. So many things to figure out, it boggles the mind.
But for now, all is well here in the midst of the Rain Festival.
