Both our moms did well last week. My mom is doing better and may be released from the nursing home to go back to an assisted living house. Unfortunately, the place she had been staying at is full. Now my brother Terry has to start looking again. It appears Zoe's mom, Gerry, will be leaving Western State Hospital. Unfortunately it's not because she is doing better (She is doing better but not really better enough.) but because of Medicare bureaucratic changes. Where she is staying is a psychiatric hospital and Gerry no longer qualifies to be there since she can't be cured. Alzheimer's and dementia are psychiatric conditions but not curable ones. She is not the only one. Many of the patients are dementia patients. Now they all have to have new homes found for them. It will take some time to do that so it's not something imminent. As much as we would like Gerry closer what we like more is the care she gets at Western State Hospital. The people are fantastic. Into the unknown. Bah! Humbug!

Yesterday Zoe and I, with the help of our friend Kim, participated in that great American tradition of over consumption: the garage sale. That is where you stick all your junk in front of your house so people can come by and give you pennies on the dollar for it. It keeps the junk in circulation. Thursday and Friday were days of purging. Adding stuff that we no longer used to the pile to sell. Kim was invaluable in organizing it all. Our little community of Honeymoon Lake (right next to Honeymoon Bay, which was Dog Fish Bay (a Dog Fish is a variety of small shark common in these waters) until the develpers got to it) is off the beaten track so it's hard to get traffic to a single garage sale. This year the Honeymoon Lake Community Association put signs up on the highway and advertised in the local papers so there were a number of Honeymoon Lake garage sales for junk bargain hunters to come to. The crowds started driving by at 8:30 even though it was supposed to start a 9. I don't frequent garage sales and haven't participated in one so this was an experience. A lot of people showed up! One man's junk is another's treasure. We got paid for them to remove our junk. They didn't take it all and the rest will go the a local charitable thrift store. It went well be we are exhausted!