Oh, duh

Early, or was it middle of the day? It all blurs after a while. I became the delegated driver to transport keys so as to let the carpenter in to finish door jams and weather stripping on Dani & Alex’s house. I don’t blame the carpenter for not wanting to have a ring of client keys. He fixed the gate while waiting for me, so I didn’t feel too badly.

I don’t travel without something to do, so I occupied myself for the next few hours. If I had been brave, I could have hung a few more strips of wallpaper, but that is really a two person job. It also might have helped had I remembered to bring along some lunch. But I made progress on the LongDog. 

 

It was when I was locking up downstairs that I realized that I really hadn’t needed to stay. There are two sets of locks on the door. Yes, I prefer the deadbolt also locked, but the main lock, which the carpenter had engaged, would have been fine.

Trundling on home, I had enough time to find lunch (or was that breakfast) before a Zoom meeting. Two hours later, I had made some progress after a significant amount of picking out and restitching. 

Tomorrow is an early day and I am wiped. 

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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