I am trying to sort some things out here and preparing for the future. Money has become an issue and I have been running the numbers and Bruce has had the best week in therapy in four weeks. He is kicking his right leg when swimming and OT said he got the best movement from Bruce's right shoulder yet. And this of course occurred after I had sat down with the therapists for suggestions on how to cut back sessions. Just another little fork in the road. I spoke with Bruce's roommate in NM about these issues and he said that I probably would not put Bruce into intensive therapy at 10 years post, so maybe I could reallot some money for now with less for the future. Something to think about. So I am trying to work on those things I do have some control over and that is the house. We have several donation pickups scheduled in the next few weeks and I would like to donate things that someone else may be able to use. This is a big house for one person to maintain, but most of it involves stairs. I am cleaning out those rooms making them available for guests but with little maintanence. I will keep my office which has an intercom just for quiet and respite from the incessant TV. But this is so sad. I look at the things that must go: the plastic container that he used to change the oil and the funnel to decant the old oil into the plastic recycling container, the spare computer parts he kept to repair his desktop that he no longer has. When Bruce went to help a friend, he put everything he needed into a paper bag. Mind you he has a large stand up toolbox and three carrying toolboxes, but always did the paper bag thing. Of course, when he got home the paper bag was just dropped. I found several in the truck and even one on top of the refrigerator. I am putting all of them in one spot to transfer to the big tool box when I finally find all of them. But I look at these little things that so defined him and us and that definition has been erased and a new one is being written and I don't like it. Changes this huge are so difficult this late in life when we are so less resilient and flexible. So when I get overwhelmed I go work in the yard where changes take decades, not four hours.