hanging on

Being her daughter I'm not at all surprised Mom works herself up over miscellaneous belongings and furniture being stored in the house.

If I weren't her daughter I'd think, "you're dying, what does it matter?" 

Today I called her with news that a first round phone interview went very well. She was lucid, alert, able to chat. Her follow-up question was, "When do the moving trucks come?" I guess her brain was catching up to when I told her last Sunday. "The 14th. I have to drop mattresses and maybe a table, but the legs come off, that afternoon." 

Carly brought home a few pieces of furniture a month ago. Most of it still sitting in the garage.

"The basement is going to remain a basement, not a furniture storage room."

Okay.