The first leg is done. I feel like I just finished an academic exam with an A+. Both sons and hubs were there looking more efficient than any pro crew I have ever worked with. The packing was well enough done that the two spaces in the urban homestead emptied with surgical precision, leaving only dust to be swept from the floors. The rented truck emptied with equal precision and the trio of men started their homeward drive with plenty of daylight left for the drive. The unpacking is not done yet, but everything looks to have arrived without breakage. A+ for the Gypsy Packer.
Hubs has made plans to take Thursday and Friday off from his paid job to deal with the emptying of his parental house. He is still on control-freakus maximus on that job, and sons and I are letting that be okay. We figure that losing two parents is tougher than losing grandparents and in-laws. He has more to process than we do. Yes, his mother died two years ago, but I believe we are only now gaining permission to grieve her passing. Between the series of near-death experiences hubs was in the grips of when she died and the old man's adoption of her nursing guard it has felt disrespectful to acknowledge her absence. His denial of her Huntington's Disease had us well-trained to ignore the obvious for a very long time. Be that as it may. . .
The next leg of the plan is for me to spend the next few days settling in the new "Site Headquarters." Both brothers have agreed with my assessment that this house is sub-standard housing and not worth the trouble and expense of upgrading. However, as office space it can be kept serviceable indefinitely. For now, one or two of the rooms can also serve as camp space for sleep, etc. On Wednesday or Thursday I will make the drive from here, on the southern tip of The Great Plains, to the Gulf Coast metroplex where the in-laws kept their massive Thing Collection.
Over-confidence is the psycho-flag I am currently monitoring in my own strictly personals. Over-confidence is the number one cause of blind spots in the yaddahs of my personal blahs.
Prayers on-going. . .