RIP Carl Poole… you served me well for over a decade.
When I went to Matson yesterday to pull in the empty trash bins, I saw that some things had been wedged into position and didn't come out when dumped by the trash pickup truck. Including Carl. I confess… I put his head in the trash. It was time to let it go. If the need arises, I'll revisit the creative drawing board, but for now, adieu. The final step for the move got addressed today, the cleaning. We're just on the hook to drop off keys and manage the last trash pickup items this week. I re-keyed the house so I could turn over the Matson keys; there are about six copies between us and spares. I went through, photo'd, and posted a slew of adapters, cables, chargers, and such on CL. Like the weights, I think there's enough value to do so, and I'm not in a hurry, but the trickle in funds add up to at least a few hundred, and that's a good return on a bit of effort. Tommy texted me this evening, saying, "You know I've really been thinking lately about mom, and I just wanted to say thanks for how much you stepped up and were there for her." That was a pleasant surprise. He came home and detailed Jen's car while I worked on the garage stuff. It was a pleasant way to do separate things in parallel and not clashing. Jen and I went to look at column refrigerators, and about 10 min before closing, we tucked into Streetlight, where I found, for $15, one of the LPs that I have been longing to recover for at least 5-6 years. It's worn but plays and has the entire booklet in excellent condition. It's absolutely one of my favorite records of all time for several specific reasons too detailed to go into here, but this find was years in the making.