They are having a limited sort of open house thing for people to come and see if there is anything they would like to keep; I haven't interacted outside the family with anyone but hospital staff, but am seriously considering going to the "family only" day. I have no idea if there is any stuff I will actually want to bring home, but I have a brain like a sieve, and well, it feels kind of worth the risk to go see my Dad.
It was absolutely time for them to move -- the house and garden require a lot of upkeep, and post-stroke stairs are a bad idea for Dad, so I am glad they found a new (single floor) space that still not too far away, it's just a little odd to think that I'll probably never have a reason to go back to Hoyt Street. This entry was originally posted at https://jeliza.dreamwidth.org/1099619.html. Please comment there using OpenID.