ok, so today i helped kathy clark to move, along with 6-7 other people from the boyle county schools or our sunday school class.........she is moving first to a furnished house, the home of a church fellow who has moved to mcdoweel place......very 60's decor......and by may she will move to the house she bought...ann yankey's house on boone trail.......i have been to this house many times when the boys were little...our sitter margaret jean mcguire lived next door...when she went to the races...during keenelands' fall or spring meet, she woulkd ask her next-door neighbor ann yankey to watch the boys...she would warn me to polish their shoes....... all this ended when scw went to montessori at age 3 ...and ann yankey committed suicide sometime afterwards......kathy has not mentioned this...the living in ahouse where someone has commited suicide......but given all that she has been through she may not mind at all.......anyway...kathy clark's idea of moing was to have people arrive invehicles and take stuff out of closets...into the vehicles...drive to the new house, and take things out and put them away...........not much in boxes.....casey was there with his hardly clad girlfirend who was not introduced..........he has a phenomanal amount of khakis and cotton buttondowns and ties..........in fact...i was amazed at the volume of clothing we moved for kathy for just 1 month........and ecw tells me have have too many pieces of clothing.....also there were the youngs......anne and her husband...who imet when we were all pregnant with our first-borns....in lamaze class......18 years ago.......so many years ago.....i mulched 1.5 truckloads of mulch today and yesterday.....the last part will have to wait..........i am so sore.......and overwhelmed...by kathy's need to move and by her stoic approach to the move.......i do not think that i would be so composed if i was moving my household after 20 years of marriage..and my spouses death......ironically...i am reading a book entitled....the revenge of the middle-aged woman...by elizabeth buchan...the story of a 40-something woman who loses her spouse and her job as a book reviewer the same day...........i do not know if it is trite or just entertaining just yet.........