Life has taken a new turn. It always does, eventually. I decided my house was just too big for one person, so I have taken on a house mate. We are having fun navigating the new landscape. I’m also sorting and cleaning again. I decided I’m going to sell my air compressor. I think I used it twice in the Black Forest after we bought it, but not since and not at all in this new home. I say new, but I realize I’ve been here four years this spring. Time flies.
The tires on the compressor caddy are shot, but they can be replaced. It takes up unnecessary room in the garage, and like a few other items that haven’t been used lately or at all, it’s going down the road. I am amazed that every year there is more stuff for the yard sale. I donated a big bag of clothing today, some books the other day, and I am going into the kitchen tomorrow for a look-see in there.
The last batch of snow is pretty much gone. The cloudy, dreary days remain though. I am so in need of sunshine. I’m familiar with rain dances, but I’m in need of a sunshine dance. Vitamin D, the real kind.
One of my children is turning forty this year. Now, it was no big deal when I turned forty, but let me tell you, it makes me feel like I’m on the far side of something when my kids are that age. Time needs to stop. I want my grandkids to stay little and precious (you know the age when they think grandma is cool), I don’t need anymore wrinkles on this roadmap around my eyes, and I don’t want my friends to get any older either. Has anyone found the magic that can grant that kind of a wish? I suppose not.