Today when I was out running trash to the transfer station and picking up tomatoes at the farm stand, I noticed all kinds of activity. My neighbor at the end of the street was sitting under her tree reading a Bible; a blonde wearing the biggest pair of sunglasses ever and a large smile was driving her convertible through town; and I returned home to find my next-door neighbor tying his kayak to the roof of his SUV. We are enjoying the warmest days of summer (those poor school kids who returned just today) and in sharp contrast to these folks, this week, I had decided to cozy up to the air conditioner and tackle that dining room closet.
No, no, that's not it. That's from last Friday when Laurel and I went to the Freeport Town Wharf. Okay, moving on to the important stuff...
There it is! Clean and tidy with everything that doesn't belong out and my vacuum cleaner in. Heretofore, the vacuum has been sitting in a corner of my bedroom. Not ideal.
What? Okay, those are the onion rings we ordered last Friday. We both enjoy them and so split a small order.
All that? That's the stuff that was in the closet, but doesn't belong there. It does look as if the closet was ill and exploded.
It has taken me three days to clean that closet and it will probably take me another three days to take care of the piles all around.
Now this is a good price for lobster, clams, and an ear of corn; however, Laurel and I opted for hot dogs.
Today, I opted for a tomato. After waiting all this time for a fresh, ripe, local tomato, it was pure joy.
And made the thought of spending the afternoon decluttering a little easier to take.
(I hope that coastal pics made this post a little easier to take, too.)