Whew.

Odd what trivial things have changed without Larry around. I need to be mindful of the laundry, so my baskets don’t get heavier than I can handle easily. My bedroom is on the opposite end of the house from the stairs to the basement. To get a basket down to the laundry room, I have to carry it through the hall and kitchen, and lift it up over the narrow pinch point between the stove and the counter. Some days it is easier to do than others. Today I dumped out the laundry on the back landing, slid the empty basket down the stairs, and then kicked the dirty laundry down a few steps at a time. Next I had to chase Gemma around the house to get my socks back. The laundry is in the washer, there will be two loads.

I went outside to drink my second cup of coffee with the sun and the birds. The big blue egg and the turtle went out into the front flowerbeds, and the plastic drain pan. That meant pulling more old iris rhizomes. There were rocks which needed moving, small ones. Almost time for the rain barrels, and past time for flowerbed clean up.

There’s a wooden chest on the patio, nothing special other than it is the one dad made to go on the ocean liner as luggage. Still has the Matson Lines luggage tag. It’s plywood, and in sad shape after 50 years. All that was in it were mom’s two rose prints, and those are beat up too. I got them out, after move the stuff on top of the chest, and took them off their pretty backing boards. Those are too far gone to save, but I can tidy up the prints. Someone put nails through the back, which poked through the prints. I can fix that. I will use the chest to hold furniture covers and the rose wraps. I was going to put chair cushions in, but the dimensions are wrong. Now to get rid of the stupid big stump. Not a clue how to do that.

I did hang two small pictures yesterday, picture day has become picture week.