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.
8 comments:
Welcome home Justin. How nice that he returned to be your caretaker in your old age. That's not the reason? Of course not! It's MONEY.
Justin has a Social Life? Duh! Young people have social lives and Seattle is know for it's Socialism, er Socialness or something. Maybe I was right the first time. Anyway, Justin is busy.
So Ray is improved on the crohns front. That is good news. Don't worry about stockpiling the drug, Walgreen is on every corner.
And as far as the bed goes, Justin should have had a Big Boy bed long ago. Don't worry, you still have time to be a Granny.
So now you have an income property, right? Well, it is a profit opportunity.
How much are you charging?
Charging? Nothing. Not making any money. It's costing us money to have him at home, but that's the way it goes.
Walgreen's may be on every corner, but the military mail order pharmacy isn't. Makes getting all our meds a bit complicated while living on the road.
During the week, he's not so social, as he goes to work, gym or boxing, home and bed shortly thereafter. But on weekends you can't catch up to him.
You aren't charging? Oh, missed opportunity.
Military Meds? Are they better than Civilian Meds? I bet they are.
A man on the run.
As retired persons, we are required to use the mail order pharmacy, unless it's an emergency and then we can get the meds from the clinic pharmacy. It's the same meds you can get at your local Walgreens, so no better and no worse.
I don't know, I think you meds are special. Terri doesn't have to use the mail, she uses Walgreen's. SO you are special!
So, how's the new arrangement going?
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