I’ve potted up all the plants I intend to move and we’ve mostly sorted out the closets and cabinets. (That was mostly Chuck.) We’re trying to clear out the kitchen by eating what we have, with as little shopping as we can manage, and still have food that isn’t ridiculously weird.

I think the only thing that needs my attention, until we are actually packing, is the shed. I’m taking usable pots to the extension office to be used for next year’s plant sale and the big tools we’re donating to a camp that my BIL is connected to. There are a lot of bits and pieces that can/should just go to the dump. Leaving a half a jug of random copper fungicide that may be expired isn’t a kindness to the new owners.

But, that work doesn’t have to happen today because it’s not time to deliver any of it for a couple of weeks. I should ask Chuck when he wants to do the dump run.

I could put some effort into deciding what to do with the photo albums I’ve been carting around for decades.