Sawdust

Dear Friend, 

It is official. I have become dull as sawdust. I can, of course, prove this.

First: Though I have worked for several months in John's barn toting, tugging, pushing and packing, I have wrenched my back here at my own haven trying to remove old caulk. What is the weirdest injury you've had in the past month?

Second: The grands are playing soccer again this fall and have made some spectacular plays. I have not remembered my camera once. 

Third: My sisters-in-law and a friend (who might as well be a sister-in-law ☺) and I went on a long-planned excursion last Friday. Again, I forgot my camera. We are in the planning stages for a leaf-peeping tour. Must.remember.camera.

Fourth: The weather. It has cooled. The furnace is running. Up the street. My sister once told me that all my letters home back in the day were about the weather. Some things never change. 

~Flannel Shirt Weather~

~Ahhhhh...much better!~

Fifth item: My big decorating choice of the early autumn required changing. Something about form and function. It looked good to my eye, but the window shades could no longer be reached. Bugger it!

~New Window in a Window~



~Back to the Same Old Same Old~

Sixth item: My local theater closed for a couple of years and when it reopened in August, it had become a luxury theater, recliners and everything! (Linda, I can't believe it!)  I may go see Sully alone. I will not eat in a restaurant alone, but I will attend a movie all by myself. Do you?

Seventh: This torture has gone on way too long...later!