There is no chemo scheduled for today. Just a watch as George’s white count continues to drop headed for that magic zero. After that? Any and all blood cells will be courtesy of his donor. Red Blood cells, of course, don’t count at this point.
Mostly, he is resting, listening to KQED (the SF Public Radio Station). I think he is receiving good value for his annual contribution.
I have been through as many library books as I have interest in, for the moment. Instead, I am thinking about all those things at the house which I will have the wonderful “opportunity” to tackle while we are on house arrest this summer. The garage is too dusty and dirty to allow George anywhere near it.
There is one section of the garage that we had shelved with the plan to store above floor level all those items which need to be safely stored and not at risk of water, pressure or other damage. I actually started to make progress last July. From solid wall of boxes in the center, I had it down to those dozen in the center.
Then things got reorganized a few times, sometimes were shipped in. Other items left. Much of what we have falls into that wonderful category of “too good to toss” but I don’t need it. Often this involves books, hard copy movies, and those treasures which have been inherited but have limited value. Actually, I am more than glad to gift just about anything; to have things find a new home. I am resistant to the idea of landfill, it just seems a waste.
It is also the reality of getting older. One’s interests can change. One’s need for several thousand beads, ten pairs of shears, or boxes of books that will never be re-read is actually limited. All of us also have to face the issue of mortality. True – if I get hit by a car on the way home tonight – the garage will not be my problem. But seriously, is it the kind of legacy that I want to leave my family?
OTOH – at a box a day? What, a couple of years before I am done? And exactly how long will my interest level in clearing out actually last…..