The fires in Colorado are horrific. I woke up this morning with a headache and I realize it is the smoke and I don’t live anywhere near them. My heart goes out to the evacuees today. Hang in there. Bless the firemen. I am certainly considering whether the mitigation I have done around my house is enough.
My two year old grandson is with me again, but he is still sleeping so I have a little time to reflect this morning. The new book I am writing is so different but so far I have accomplished my goal of humor. The work is going very slow, of course, that could have something to do with taking care of grandchildren! My granddaughter and I discovered that the house and barn that belonged to Dean’s employer when he was in college at CSU, has been moved to a park very close to where they live at the present. The town turned it into a community center with a playground and community garden. She loves going there on the trike and I think it is a very special connection to her grandpa.
Last but not least, I am preparing for a garage sale next Saturday. Yikes! Pricing items is the most difficult part of it, much harder than deciding what to sell and what to keep. Sometimes it seems like I am putting a price on life. The thought behind a gift is priceless but it will be meaningless after I’m gone. I am schooling myself not to go through this entire litany with each item, just put a tag on it and move on. I will negotiate all prices anyway – because I want it out of the garage and there will be several trips to Goodwill if it doesn’t sell. So it goes – and by the way – where did June go?