November 12th
Moving day.
Not for me, but I’m nervous about it. Very nervous about it.
We got snow yesterday—mammoth snowfall, can’t remember the last time we got one like this in November—and I know what Bonnie’s like. She’s strong, and she wants people to know it. So, even though she hired movers, she’s going to lend a hand, and with those stairs going down the front of her property I can’t help worrying she’ll lose her grip and slide and end up under a bookcase.
I wish one day would go by without me worrying about things I can’t control. I’ve already asked her to please, if something seems unsafe, please don’t do it. There’s no sense putting yourself at risk.
Still, I know she’ll power through. And what if she’s crushed under one of her heavy antiques? What if she dies?
Yes
