One thing gets done and doing it creates two more things to do. How does that work? I moved my grandparent’s cherry dining room table, by myself of course, (not a brilliant thing to do), and it came apart. I had flipped it on its side to put pads on its feet and flipping it back was the final straw. The table is older than I am by decades, so I totally understand it falling apart. It isn’t difficult to fix – it just takes two people to flip it over and move it!
The temperature finally dropped to freezing. Time to dig the carrots. That means it’s home-made soup time. Whoop! Whoop! I love making soup.
The dead-heading is almost done all the way around the yard. That feels good. I have a hike lined up for today. It’s such nice weather, I can’t pass up the opportunity, despite the fact that where I’m going for the retreat will have wonderful hiking opportunities. Who can get enough of beautiful scenery? Not me.
The houses and yards around here are all spooked out for Halloween. Trees are full of spiders and lawns full of skeletons. Such a fun holiday for everyone. We all get to be silly and it’s okay. I wonder how politician masks are selling this year. Who would want to go as one? Ugh.
No blog will be forthcoming on Wednesday. I will be on retreat, working on the novel. I won’t be watching politics, working in the yard, cleaning house, or cooking. Hiking will be the only physical activity in the coming days. I can’t say as I hate that.
and so it goes…