This morning, showering and showering ponderants: toting up jobs, what’s been going on, what may have been, blah blah bla…
Second thought was what had happened a few years ago. One time, my friend [who was more than that] was looking through a people mover brochure… Jus’ ‘cos ‘tween us we had six kids 5 to 13 years old… It was to me a silent “Oh no!“, as if the hints I was giving were ignored/rebuffed: “Oh you don’t mean that! This will be great!” Later, she moved out of town to her new hoose next village along, sold that up and moved back, a block closer than before too. I expect a few more “help me” calls and coffee, which is okay. Really.
Third one, to get out of the rut a/a, dripping through the wet grey cells was what about a revamp of the hoose? Or a vamp up of a couple of rooms. What can I do? With no dough, some windows, or the bathroom needs a lick of a paint?
Fourth thought. The garden and vines, and crap. Lots of crap to spill out onto the street! Running a garage sale is beyond me. But, I hate that stuff I have is going to waste, but to make a sale though, dunno. Would you like some ten year old computer parts, or thirty year old geology text books,
what about old baby cots?
Then I got out of the shower, and hung the laundry that had finished out in the sun on the clothes line in just my moccasins and track pants! It was a nice 13°C! Reminded me of shwishing over the street to get milk and bread in the snow in Aberdeen at Mckenzie Rd in only shorts, tee shirt and thongs[flipflops], twennie years past!