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Nutmeat of Leave
Oct. 15th, 2018 10:02 pmIt was a chilly day, and mostly grey. Tonight there are frost warnings, though I don't think it will actually frost. It might come close. Yesterday, the weather people pointed out that the sun set at 7:01, and that will be the last time the sun will set after 7 pm until April! Farewell, leisurely sunlit evenings. The long summer days are one of my favorite things about living this far north. But the short winter days are one of my least favorites!
It was a good day to do things indoors. The Sparrowhawk took the car to get new tires. We had a flat early in the summer, and he took it to Discount Tire. The guy said he could fix it, and we still had some good tread on the tires, but we should come back in the fall, before the autumn rains started, and get new ones then. The Sparrowhawk had to wait for hours, because everyone in town is worried about bad weather coming, so there was a big line ahead of him. We now have new killer tires that should be good for another 70,000 miles. I still don't want to drive in snow. NOT EVER. But if I have to, I'll be as safe as possible.
While he was out, I cleaned up the kitchen, put away stacks of laundry, and did some bathroom cleaning. I didn't thoroughly scrub the tub, because it hurts a lot to get down on my knees, in the aftermath of planting the bulbs. This is one of the unpleasant developments of getting older. Tasks that once would have been a pleasant hour's diversion, leaving plenty of time and energy to do other things, become the centerpiece of the day, and have painful consequences even the next day. Like digging in the garden.
I also started on the job of putting all the books back into the big bookcase in my office. It was discovered that two of the shelves in the bookcase had fallen down, dumping the contents. They're the kind that are held up with brackets, and I'm guessing that one of our recent guests inadvertently bumped into them and knocked them off their brackets. The Sparrowhawk kindly said he'd fix them for me, but when he tried, he found that the whole bookcase had come apart at the back. So he had to take all the books out and reassemble and re-fasten the parts together. Now I have to put the books back in, because they're stacked all over the bed in the guest room. I'll try not to moon over my treasures, or beat myself up for not assimilating all the knowledge they contain. Or god forbid, sit down and start reading them.
It was a good day to do things indoors. The Sparrowhawk took the car to get new tires. We had a flat early in the summer, and he took it to Discount Tire. The guy said he could fix it, and we still had some good tread on the tires, but we should come back in the fall, before the autumn rains started, and get new ones then. The Sparrowhawk had to wait for hours, because everyone in town is worried about bad weather coming, so there was a big line ahead of him. We now have new killer tires that should be good for another 70,000 miles. I still don't want to drive in snow. NOT EVER. But if I have to, I'll be as safe as possible.
While he was out, I cleaned up the kitchen, put away stacks of laundry, and did some bathroom cleaning. I didn't thoroughly scrub the tub, because it hurts a lot to get down on my knees, in the aftermath of planting the bulbs. This is one of the unpleasant developments of getting older. Tasks that once would have been a pleasant hour's diversion, leaving plenty of time and energy to do other things, become the centerpiece of the day, and have painful consequences even the next day. Like digging in the garden.
I also started on the job of putting all the books back into the big bookcase in my office. It was discovered that two of the shelves in the bookcase had fallen down, dumping the contents. They're the kind that are held up with brackets, and I'm guessing that one of our recent guests inadvertently bumped into them and knocked them off their brackets. The Sparrowhawk kindly said he'd fix them for me, but when he tried, he found that the whole bookcase had come apart at the back. So he had to take all the books out and reassemble and re-fasten the parts together. Now I have to put the books back in, because they're stacked all over the bed in the guest room. I'll try not to moon over my treasures, or beat myself up for not assimilating all the knowledge they contain. Or god forbid, sit down and start reading them.
