Stuff

No, not my favorite word for miscellaneous thoughts and things. Stuff, the book about people who hoard. A couple of my nephews had a grandmother who hoarded. It is the topic d'jour, many reality programs on cable focus on it. The book was highly recommended and I will join those people who like it. I especially liked it because it gave me insight into what was going through that bright, charming grandmother's head as she filled all the rooms of her apartment. It seems to me that her grandsons did a good job in dealing with this. They loved her and took care of her to the end and didn't start to reclaim the apartment until she had died. That may be the only answer.

Okay, a little of my kind of stuff. Tomorrow I will be attending the funeral service for Per. His sisters will be there from Denmark. I am anxious to meet them. I know that a lot of people from The Times will also be there. They will not leave here without knowing that Per was loved. Since I didn't see him often lately, just emailed and gchatted, it's still hard for me to believe that I won't see him again. So I think I'll just keep putting his pictures in my blog. This one was taken at my going away party. He sure looks happy.