Soon I am going to the
US of A again. This time I'm going to
Texas, the Lone Star State. That's going to be awesome. I arrive in
Dallas on the 17th of November, and leave on the... 2nd of December. Two whole weeks of Texassing. I am definitely buying meself a real
cowboy hat.
On another note my siblings and I just readied our mother's new apartment. Or rather: her room in the senior citizen's home, where she likely will stay for the rest of her days. It's all her own stuff, as opposed to where she has been staying these last five months. There isn't a lot of space in this new place compared to her old apartment, so we had to limit ourselves. We decided to almost exclusively bring older things; things we think she'll remember. We all agree that we have managed to turn the 30 square metres into a very nice and homely place. I just hope she'll feel the same way. None of us will be able to be there when she moves in today, so we won't know for a few days yet.
It was weird going through her things, deciding what to bring and what not to bring. I think the worst thing was her books. She had some 1200 books of all kinds, and we took with us 300. The rest had to go. I just hope the next persons to come into the garbage container room see them, and take some home.
The apartment we cleaned out was never our home, which made it a lot easier on us. Still... It was odd.
A lot of love went into arranging the furniture, hanging the pictures, putting the books on her shelves, and placing her little porcelain cats in nice tableaus. I wound up her wall clock - which promptly started to strike the hour with resounding DONGGGGs. I had to reach in and grab the 'bell-rods' until it was done making noise. And then I stopped the clock. I'm going to let the staff in the home deal with that!
Before leaving the room I turned and looked, and thought: "This is good. This is as nice as I would want it, when my time comes."