The end of August is here, kids had their first day of school, things are shimmying into shape for the mostly-organized portion of the year. To avoid even the thought of polluting my lungs I'm keeping busy. It's a really nice day, too, so a good time to plunge into those remaining boxes I haven't sorted out since the flood.
When other people pack your belongings in haste, the strangest things happen. The sugar bowl in a box of books struck me as weird. And then there are the things I still haven't found and I think are just gone. My electronic drums, big enough that they should stick out, are nowhere. A framed photo poster of a boy and girl during WW2 walking into the woods (my husband gave it to me), gone. Assorted kitchen things...some books... pieces of jewelry that had been on my dresser... it's so random. Anyway, that's why I'm going through boxes, cuz if the sugar bowl can end up in books, then ladles could end up in holiday decorations.
Speaking of holidays, preliminary plans are under way. If it's not unreasonably expensive, I think I'll make a goose for Christmas Day this year. It's been years. If it is a king's ransom, I'll make ham. And we can have ham and gingerbread sandwiches for breakfast on "Boxing Day". It's all good. My somewhat SO will be going to his family so I won't see him til New Year's Eve. No tears over that; I may have someone much more important here. And this Yuletide is way organized already, so no last-minute freakouts, I hope. There's always a small scramble near the end, but that's usually a good cause scramble.
Meanwhile, Labor Day Weekend is coming right up. My great-niece turned 18, away from home, on her first trip without her parents. Hard to believe she's 18. For the first time, she isn't heading into another school year- she's in another country. Changes all around. The unofficial end of Summer, the beginning of the house party season, time for canning and freezing, and to start using the oven again. It's a week til Stevil's birthday, he'll be retiring this Fall. Special K is back with her Ex, I expect she'll be moving out of the Shire and into his house in Fellows Balls. She's rarely home anymore. There's a big conference in Burlington over the weekend but I only heard about it this week; I ain'ta goin'.
The Beest abides. Her personality change is amazing. From a terrorist to a sweetie pie. She's asleep on the rug right at the tips of my toes right now. She follows me everywhere, even if it's just to the bookcase and back. Like a dog, really.
Since writing this the phone has been ringing and though I've finally caught up to emails, now I have calls to return. Bear with me, folks. I will call, but I was just taking a break from the mess I created in the bedroom and I need to repack that or I won't have a place to sleep. So off I go to that. Catch you later.
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