Sunday 17th I was up early taking Rob to the airport for a change, one more trip to New York to empty the house and hand it over to the Realtor.
He took all the good weather with him, it rained and rained and rained. Wednesday was my birthday and the high spots were Skype calls to Alana and my Mum a pile of really good books of the area from Kat and a number of cards including one from Rob. Last year I got a present no card, this year card no present but most years ….nothing. No one can accuse him of being predictable. I treated myself to some sewing time.
On Thursday I was treated to a scene from “Birds” when hundreds or crows descended onto the garden. Thanks goodness they did not stay too long
Very late Friday night Rob returned home – his truck looked like a scene from the Clampitts.
