We were down by the station early in the morning, looking for little puffer-bellies, but I guess they don't exist any more, especially not at a train station as small as the one in Davis.
It was kind of a quick morning. I had set my alarm for 4:30 so I could get up and make cinnamon rolls for Jeri's last breakfast but the alarm didn't go off (or I slept through it) and I woke up with a jolt at 5:15. No time for cinnamon rolls, but I could whip together some cranberry-walnut muffins. I'll tell ya, I don't think I was even fully awake when those muffins went into the oven. I was crashing around the kitchen trying to keep my balance.
But the muffins actually came out of the oven just as Jeri was coming downstairs, so we were able to have a last breakfast together before she headed off for Santa Barbara, where she will spend a few days with Tom and the family, a "fun time" she has earned after all her work here!
We did get down by the railroad tracks just minutes before the Coast Starlight came into view.
Only time for a quick hug goodbye and Jeri was off to her next adventure.
As for us, we came home and I immediately went back to sleep. I was awakened a couple of times, but when I gave up and went to the couch to sleep, I was able to sleep until nearly 11, to make up for the sleep I didn't get last night.
At 1 we went back to Atria. Habitat for Humanity was scheduled to come sometime between 1 and 3. While waiting, we finished boxing everything up and sorted into what was going to the SPCA thrift shop, what was going to the new apartment, and what was coming home with us.
In one of the boxes filled with lipstick, makeup, scissors and other toiletry items that I almost told Walt to throw away I found buried treasure:
This is 20 Susan B. Anthony dollars and 20 Eisenhower dollars. I put out a call to see if they were worth more than $1 each and found out that they may be worth a bit more. Perhaps twice as much as face value. There is a coin dealer here in town and I will go and have him check. At the very least, we'll have a dinner out of this!
The guys showed up around 2:30 and in no time at all, they had carted off all of my mother's furniture.
I admit to going out to sit on a chair in the hall to get myself under control, because I was fighting tears. It's just difficult seeing things you have grown up with all of your life headed off to a charity, though I'm pleased that Habitat for Humanity can use it. Heck, they even took her ironing board (I was not emotional about that leaving).
When that was all gone, we loaded up a cart and took the last 4 boxes over to the new apartment. It was things like clothes, toiletries, and things to put on display outside her door. Marge has the bottom 2 shelves, my mother the top 2.
She seemed OK, thrilled to see me since it had been so long and she had missed me (she didn't remember I had been there yesterday). One of the things I brought over was this very nice photo of Fred from their wedding.
The first time she saw it, she didn't have any idea who it was, and then recognized it as Fred. She kept it on the bed and would periodically pick it up and either talk about how much she missed him, or try to figure out who it is.
One more trip will remove everything else from the apartment and then we are FINISHED with that old apartment. Now all I have to do is make space for all the stuff I brought home in this overcrowded place! It's been more of an emotional roller coaster for me than for my mother, but I'm happy to see that she has accepted the new places, even if she doesn't understand why she's there.
And Jeri made it to Santa Barbara in time for Lacie's dance recital.