The Unboxing Day Progression

Today has been an...oddish...kind of day.
First - a funeral.
A sad affair, an old friend of my Dad's, who lived in our street. He lived very much for his wife, who died ten years ago. He developed Alzheimer's Disease, and ended up not knowing anyone, living in a nursing home. Ma and I called in to see him just before Christmas, to discover he'd been taken into hospital. He died a handful of days later, and his funeral was truly sad, in that he was a goodish man, and there were only around 20 of us to remember him.

Anyone want to argue with me that life is fair or there's some sort of karmic order to the universe?

Immediately following the funeral, the joy of talking to a nurse.
Haven't mentioned this till now, but Ma went for a few tests a couple of weeks ago, and after eight biopsies, the doctors have determined she has a tumourish...something, but not whether it's a nasty something, or just an odd something. Not being able to say for certain, they're treating it as a nasty something, even though it probably isn't, and she's having it excised on January 3rd. So today, she had a meeting with the nurse to discuss what sounds like a pretty gruesome procedure, but apparently will take less than an hour. That was...unsettling, I suppose, but Ma's always had trouble existing in grey areas, so at least now we have hard information on which to base decisions and plans going forward.

Then we came home, and I got on with the edit I'm currently doing. d disappeared upstairs.

Regular readers will have heard me bitch from time to time about still having a load of the boxes we brought from London, still packed, filling up our bedroom. There was a bit of upstairs kerfuffle, and when I lifted my eyes from the edit, d was calling for a hand with something. In fact, it was a couple of heavy bits of shifting - but all the boxes had gone. Technically of course, Boxing Day in the UK was two days ago. But now forever more, the 28th of December will be known in this household as Unboxing Day. Feels great to have this done, like a kind of domestic enema. Feels almost emblematic of the year to come. A year of accomplishment, and clearing out, beckons, I reckon.