Simplicity

I clipped my dad's toenails yesterday. Every time I go over to my parent's house next door, which is a minimum of 4-5 times a week, I look at my dad's feet.  His circulation is starting to not be as effective as it used to be, so I have gotten into the habit of looking down to make sure the blood isn't pooling in his lower extremities.  You often hear me say, "Dad your feet are turning blue, put them up to help your circulation."  While doing these feet checks, I have noticed that his toe nails have gotten longer and longer.  I have secretly been waiting for my sister to notice them and maybe she would cut them, but she lives far away doesn't make it to this side of town often. Yesterday, I could not pretend I didn't see it any more.  I mentioned how long they were and asked who cut them last time.  I knew it was my sister but as his memory was going, he said the nail salon.  He said he can't reach his feet anymore and pointed to the clippers...

After a year of trying to get both our feet and my parents feet underneath us/them, everything has fallen into place for the changes undergoing the house I grew up in.  I'm glad it has been a slow process, everyone needed that time to adapt at a pace we could all tolerate.  God's timing is perfect. Four weeks ago, Arthur and I went to our lawyer's officer to sign the paperwork to transfer the property into our name.  After multiple discussions with my sister and parents, this is where the path lead.  I asked Mom and Dad if they wanted to go, but they said to just use my Power of Attorney.  Three weeks ago I started in the second to the last room to pack and sort, Mom and Dad's bedroom while Art did some light demo.  One week ago, Doug, our trusted contractor started.   As of today, the dumpster will be dropped off in the driveway.  We have had the contractor, tree guys, electrical, home inspector, fence guy, exterminators, and AC guys all c...