Weird title for plastic bags. I did a good job of clean up in the basement at Mom and Dad's house. But - I screwed up with the plastic bags - I trashed them and didn't keep them, hundreds, if not thousands neatly folded and stashed away.
I don't know why I got rid of them so easily. We are not only creatures, but we are creatures of habit. The screw driver is back in the end of the table, with a plastic bag hanging round it, with old magazines that will not be read, but the labels need torn off and shredded.
I didn't understand it before, but i think I do now.
Mom, I believe, is more than ready to be on her own. I've got to find transportation and get back home. She certainly doesn't need me hanging around much. I just have to finish the garage. that shouldn't take long.
I'm ready for Canada and Myrtle Beach!
