The change of seasons, the real one when the ambient temperatures reach that threshold of either freezing or 90 degrees Fahrenheit (32°C), sets up a bumper crop of thoughts for things that must be done to prepare for cold or hot weather.
Frankly, this season, a hot cup of soup with a nice glob of melting mozzarella cheese in the cup bottom and a buttery chunk of garlic toast are what I prefer to focus on over the brain scramble to prepare. You will not hear me say what fun it is to get out my snow boots. Love a pretty a pretty snowfall as I do, in my old age I appreciate summer more than ever.
A healing hand from the broken wrist, and the pulled oblique muscle, makes me eager to get anything done. This week has been a miracle not to be set back with aches and pain. Life without ibuprofen is wonderful.
What’s next? Catch up. All the tasks waiting for me are there like hungry puppies. Glue is top of the list as fixing things rates high.
A closet clean out is also on my to do list. Starting with the smallest first builds energy.
One year, a pair of inexpensive dress boots I wore in 2007 were cracking so bad I had to throw them away. I know that real rubber can break up, but synthetic material cracking was a surprise. I have wood and leather clogs made in Sweden that I bought in 1978. Longevity in natural materials rules.




