I'm with Cathy
There is a definite air of pending winter. Today the early darkness was much more obvious with heavy overhead clouds, a very strong wind and rain. A perfect day to curl up with a book and a good cup of tea, in front of the tv. But instead of watching curling ( which I enjoy too), we were both watching one of those reality shows where people with more money than good sense tour three different houses and then choose one to buy. The most expensive one today was over $5,00,000. Yesterday it was over $7,000,000. The one chosen today was a magnificent home with soaring ceilings over massive foyers. huge curved staircases, with little in the way of hand rails, and heavily carpeted. The backyard was devoted to unbelievable views, sitting areas with fire pits, and a pool with no safe guards. She was pregnant, and they spoke of another little one at home. We both sat there and mindlessly watched, even occasionally make comments to each other. But we also commented about how it was only 3:45 but already we needed the lights on. However, The temperature is high enough that we do have the windows open.
In terms of our purge (which wasn't supposed to start until Monday), we have the car trunk full with stuff from the studio, to take to the large "De-Stash sale" being run by the Craft Museum along with the MB Craft Council. I've contacted them, as they asked that everyone with a large donation, either in terms of stuff, or large items, such as loom etc., do so. We will be connected to the lady looking after donations, to arrange for open doors and space etc. I'll be glad to drop it off, as I keep wondering if I can really let it go. But, being as it's in the car, and out of the house, I feel the ability to let go, even if I know that I'm going to go through some sort of minimal grieving process.
David is spending time in the garden. At this point he is gathering leaves with his rake and wrestling them into a yard waste bag (our last bag. Never thought I would have to buy more) Unfortunately, his leaf blower sold at the garage sale last spring.
Tomorrow I plan to switch out my summer blouses with my winter sweaters. Always a little emotional, as I see another year in my life gone.
So now to bed. Stay safe, ladies, as well as warm and dry.
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