AN AFTER GARAGE in Postcards 4

We actually spent a day and a half in our garage braving the dust and assorted mold spores to create less chaos. It worked. It’s absolutely exhilarating to walk into a space and know exactly where things are.

There are three metal baskets yet to be sorted. I like that word sorted.

I had been looking for the nail pot for ages. It surfaced far away from its home. I had been wanting my few fabric containers together…now they are. I had been hoping for one shelf of foods. We have that too.

This morning George woke with a common cold. Nothing exhilarating about that. Instead of heading to the pool, I stuck around to keep him company. It’s a far, far better excuse that not wanting to swim in 48F degree chill…8.888C. I read all the advice columns, I read some of the Washington Post feeling very emotional about the articles, and now I will go grocery shopping designing the meals for my simplistic cooking techniques.
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• Himself: Today working. Planned three days off to work on his box, and celebrate his birthday. He will be nursing a cold instead. It


• Myself: So praying that I do not get his cold.


• Reading: A new to me author. Picked up the exact copy of “A little Princess” that my mother used to read to me.


• Gratitude’s: George.