Saturday
7H porch is loaded with stuff, boxes and porch furniture and some furniture and things we saved from Malinda's house after the storm.
There's a lot can be done to neaten that space so more boxes can be moved out there. Unless blowing from the south, the porch is relatively shielded from rain now that scaffolding covers the entire Bay side of Harbour Village, and it'll be helpful to clear boxes from rooms to make reclaiming them more encouraging.
No matter what, it's exhausting work for two octogenarians, work rest work rest work rest work &c, but it's work rest that only we two can do to set up household again, and it'll take as long as it takes. The only help I need really bad is getting a new $800 futon-sofa, that in reconfiguring we've decided we don't want, out of 7H and to my office at the church, where it can either become a fixture or be offered free to taker. That's not a hint, it's just the most basic fact at this point; and not able to use the garage complicates it immensely.
Back this morning to resume and glad of it! At this stage nine and a half months on, it's no catastrophe and no longer even a disaster; it's merely an inconvenience as life moves on with or without us: we can either move on with life or sit moodily on butt.
Yesterday I watched the two youngsters tug back and forth over who could jerk a fish from the other.
More on this another time perhaps. Having lunch with my brother and his family today. One of the best things in my life is having Walt move to Pensacola, sense of family not lost to me after all. And brings back to mind that something I miss about my parents being dead is no longer being able ask them questions, about family, and about memories from when they were growing up a hundred years ago, and ninety and eighty. They had really good stories, and a deep regret is not thinking ahead to ask more questions.
RSF&PTL
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There's a lot can be done to neaten that space so more boxes can be moved out there. Unless blowing from the south, the porch is relatively shielded from rain now that scaffolding covers the entire Bay side of Harbour Village, and it'll be helpful to clear boxes from rooms to make reclaiming them more encouraging.
No matter what, it's exhausting work for two octogenarians, work rest work rest work rest work &c, but it's work rest that only we two can do to set up household again, and it'll take as long as it takes. The only help I need really bad is getting a new $800 futon-sofa, that in reconfiguring we've decided we don't want, out of 7H and to my office at the church, where it can either become a fixture or be offered free to taker. That's not a hint, it's just the most basic fact at this point; and not able to use the garage complicates it immensely.
Back this morning to resume and glad of it! At this stage nine and a half months on, it's no catastrophe and no longer even a disaster; it's merely an inconvenience as life moves on with or without us: we can either move on with life or sit moodily on butt.
Yesterday I watched the two youngsters tug back and forth over who could jerk a fish from the other.
More on this another time perhaps. Having lunch with my brother and his family today. One of the best things in my life is having Walt move to Pensacola, sense of family not lost to me after all. And brings back to mind that something I miss about my parents being dead is no longer being able ask them questions, about family, and about memories from when they were growing up a hundred years ago, and ninety and eighty. They had really good stories, and a deep regret is not thinking ahead to ask more questions.
RSF&PTL
T+