Today is sunny, nicely warm for spring, but most importantly, I am writing in wonderful, delicious, hammer-free silence.
I hope they’re done.
But they could be back tomorrow.
I hope they’re done.
My organizing spree continues, and I got rid of a table that folds down and I thought would be so useful and practical, but it turned out it lunged at anyone who gave it a glance. The veneer started to lift too, as I was using it under the wool pad for ironing and I thought enough was enough, one of these days it was going to cause real harm.
I got an actual sewing/cutting table that folds. I guess I’m in for this hobby now.
Last year I thought I’d pared myself down to only what I couldn’t live without, and yet as another table came apart as we tried to move it–this one a drop-leaf gateleg I’d bought on the sidewalk along with an art plate, for a grand total of about $50 at least 20 years ago–another piece of the past became no more than ephemeral memory.
Look at me finding words and using them correctly. Whoever said silence was golden was on to something.
No matter how tightly we try to hold on to things, no matter how we cling, eventually, eventually, they turn to sand and fall right through. The only thing that keeps going is time.
Ask the dinosaurs.
Actually, that would be tough, I don’t think they were big on casual conversation.
I thought I did the changing and that it would all be done, but that’s not what life is, no matter how much the samers among us, me included, wish it to be so. The universe is dynamic, in constant motion, and all that trickles down to us.
Look at that. A trickle down theory that actually works.
Anyway, that is it for me for today, I am off to start my Monday with decidedly less sawing than last week and another cup of coffee, in that order.
Have a great day.
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