Of course, in typical Craigslist fashion, the asswipe dipshit that was so hell-bent on getting the couches flaked failed to show and did not reply to text messages. And people wonder why I refuse to 'hold' anything. I ended up getting the couches taken regardless. Still, it did take additional effort and time on my part – again, due to an inconsiderate fuck who's got zero regard for other people's time and generosity. It makes me lose faith in humanity to try and deal with CL people, but there's more good than bad. I have to manage things in a manner that doesn't require my time to address. Set it out, post it, ignore inquiries and take it down when it's gone. I got a lot of other things done, again, including putting the umbrella up and moving a lot more stuff out to the curb and posted and taken too. I rolled more things to Pano, including overstocked wine and garage supplies of toiletries. I moved things around in anticipation of getting the metal shelves into Pano tomorrow, which is a blocker for other needs, so I'm hoping that gets done.
My mom came over for a nice dinner. Tommy helped, and we replaced her car's lifters for the hatchback. It almost knocked her over when she opened it, and it was harder to close than expected, but we worked out a handle for her. Jen and Lauren made cookies and ice cream too. It's shocking to Jen and me how 'natural' it feels to be in Panorama. We have succeeded in making it a place of our own. I still struggle with the course that brought us here, and when I see photos of Linda throughout the past year in my photos, at so many varied stages of health and decline, it's still upsetting. In hindsight, I wish I'd been more direct and discussed death with her on more open terms. It feels like she was cheated of that but also adamantly avoided it. Whatever the case, it still resonates and plays into my daily experiences. More and more so when I consider what I'm potentially worried about or trying to control.