And . . .
And just like that the week is winding down. Sunshine, clouds, rain or snow April is on the move.
Last Sunday, Kevin and Kersten got a huge tote out and down from the attic. The contents were put in front of me for decisions to be forthcoming and the tote went home with them. It has been a good thing to review what I have clung to all these years. Very little was thrown away. Anything that was washable has been through the laundry. If anyone needs gently used towels of various sizes or terry cloth table coverings . . . it is all in a bag, tied shut and labeled.
Several clothing items of mine from the late 40s got freshened. I knew I had been saving a large sturdy flat box for a reason. Those items are folded with white tissue paper complete with a bit of history included. Up on a shelf in the studio for now.
Until the next time when someone visits, the attic is off limits to me. The steps are steep.
PT went well this morning. I was feeling as if Mike’s fist was still in the small of my back when I got home. More appointments for next week. After all, where am I going? If I do have plans to go somewhere in the future, God willing, I will be able to go with less physical discomfort.
Nobody ever said we would get out of this world without feeling the reactions of the actions that we had put our bodies through.
I did get a late birthday wish from a fellow from long ago. John worked for the revenue department and has always stayed in touch, wishing me a good ride for another trip around the sun. Priceless.
It is a breakfast meal for our supper this evening. Nothing beats eggs and all the fixings.
With that I will take my leave. ♥