I took a week of vacation, and managed to get the rest of the Plaid Patrol out to the old house to do some "final" collecting of items we'd left behind, as well as picking up all the paper from the living room. We were out there, without running water (we carried water), during the hottest week of the summer so far. There were, at last count, four lawn trash bags full of trash still to be taken away. I mostly sat in a camp chair on the porch and cleaned things we're keeping, then re-wrapped them & put them in new boxes. Lots of sorting, we had probably 100 pounds of National Geographic magazines alone! Many kids' books and toys, and I found a new home for the string trimmer. On about our third visit, the gal next door walked over to ask if we were moving back in or selling. We named a price, and she snapped it up! Soon, my pets, I will no longer be concerned about how high the grass is, or whether the security light is working, or if the water heater has caused the floor to collapse...a real concern. The neighbor lady is a contractor, and says its ok that the place needs work as she'll just work on it as she has the money & time available.
While all this back & forth between the new & old homes was going on, I had contacted my primary care provider about a new health problem. I did get in to see her (on a vacation day, how sad), and will have some tests done today. On another vacation day, I went to the oncologist's office to get my regularly scheduled injections. What is it with doctor visits; they just seem to proliferate on my calendar. I am nearly doctored out.