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This was quite a weekend.

On Saturday, we moved Sean and Carol.

On Sunday, we went to Ikea and grilled food.

Today, I did Things With Cars (preparatory to selling our car to a certain redhead), vacuumed a bit, got the laundry done, bought hardware, and helped set up curtains and shelves and nets so that we unpacked a bit more, and the new place is looking a bit more like home. That's the part that makes all of this worthwhile. the bathroom suddenly looks less crowded and less industrial. the living room looks brighter and warmer. The bedroom has some floor space at last. Every little bit done is a little bit less stress for us.

The temperatures hit 98 here today, with hotter weather to come in the next few, and two more days of Code Red air quality. This means that I'll be taking the bus to the Metro instead of walking for a couple of days. papertigers is going to pick me up in the evenings.

Miles is lying on the couch next to me, an exhausted heap of cuteness. Cats are good for the soul.

Other things I find good for the soul include: giving compliments, helping people find the Metro or the zoo or some other location, watching silly British television, cooking, and hard work for a good cause. Tiredness can be good.

I love Freecycle. I love, love, love, love Freecycle. You don't have to haul your things out to the thrift store. You get to meet the people who need and want your old things. You get, really, the double pleasure of giving things away and having fewer things. It's wonderful.

We have been using Freecycle a lot lately, as we are moving on Thursday to a much smaller place.

It's Mothers' Day. Today after church, I brought Myra an azalea (actually two azaleas, one pink and one white) for us to plant. That way, two of our earliest-blooming spring plants will be hers and we'll have a nice show on the patio. I also brought bacon and biscuits and blood orange Italian soda, so we had a nice little brunch at home. We spent a good part of Mothers' Day at the Old Country Buffet in Gaithersburg because S., C., & Z. were there, along with a moderate portion of the V. family in general. Several were out-of-towners. It was a good time. Z. learned my name; we drove them home since their hotel is near where we live, and at the end of the night, I said, "You're going to go to bed with Mummy and Daddy now," and Z. replied, "And papertigers!" She started to doze against my shoulder and was quite reluctant to let her mother take her. I tried to steal her, but they're going to the hospital for S.'s radiation tomorrow, and C. needs to have her baby with her, understandably enough.

I did not call my mother, but this is only unusual in the sense that I am with papertigers (who always made me call my mother in years past). Before that, I never called my mother. My mother vocally scorns Mothers' Day as a commercial holiday designed to force people to spend money.

Overall, a nice break from the endless round of packing stuff up. Back to the salt mines tomorrow.

Those of you who are not also friends of papertigers should read this post. Please note that the "usual bribe" is pizza and either beer or the non-alcoholic beverage of your choice.

Thanks!