Going Home

I'm meeting my sister for coffee this morning --for the last time at the Almost–Palo Alto Café, and then I'm cleaning the house, in prep to go home tomorrow.
Cleaning will probably take me all day. I've kept on top of it okay, but cat hair has piled up under the bed for four months...

George wants me to stay: he is pinning me flat ^ on the couch. He has gotten cuddlier and cuddlier. The other cat, Anna, has maintained the same level of polite distance.

Several Orphan Reds have moved house. I kept buying them throughout the first two Covid years, and I couldn't care for them all.
Twenty-six dolls are now thirteen.
They are excited to head out on adventures.  I sold a few at the thrift store, each packaged with a Madeline book, but I prefer to give them away, even leaving some in Little Free Libraries.
Only one girlette regretted leaving home:
I took her back in with me.

Yesterday three young granddaughters were visiting the old neighbor next door. I dressed three dolls in their original clothes and offered them in a bag with the original Madeline book to the girls in their backyard.
The sisters took the bag and, with barely a murmured "thank you"--whoosh-- they disappeared with the dolls around the side of the house.
I take that as success.

The bag had air holes.

I want to get rid of more stuff too, but meanwhile on Saturday I got a new old T-shirt at the thrift store: from the 1980s ASTEROIDS Atari arcade game--the kind in a standing box, where you shoot down asteroids. My gaming experience consists of playing Pac-Man at a drugstore one time in the 1980s; but I like Star Trek-era space pop culture.

Oh, here comes sister--all for now!