Moving On

The first few days after Dad's funeral, I was just tired.  I didn't want to talk to anyone or do much of anything.  Of course, that's not really possible, so we jumped back into the girls' school schedule and went back to work. 
Now we're looking at recreating our "new normal."  For nearly a year Dad was in and out of the hospital, so it was hard to make plans much more than a few weeks ahead.  Our planning shortened to a week once Dad went into hospice.
This Labor Day weekend is all about catching up.  There were a lot of things on our to do list this summer that didn't get done for many reasons.  Dad being sick was only one reason.  You add months of record heat followed by record rain and we spent many weekends wishing we could move something -- anything -- off the to do list. 
We got our wish this weekend.  We're painting, cleaning and organizing.  It's not the most fun we can have during a long holiday weekend, but it's a good way to mark the changes -- both in the weather and in our family.
There's something therapeutic about cleaning and organizing that makes me feel like we're making progress.  It's a feeling I plan to keep as I attack the basement -- not today, but maybe tomorrow.