Crisp Fall Air
It has been a while since the fall crisp air greets us. Just wait a few days and things will change. The winds of the last days made many leaves tumble to the ground. As it is very dry, it also made a lot of dust fly. Stauffer Avenue is a graveled alley. I know decades back it was 18′ wide. It is now well traveled to the point that two vehicles can meet each other safely.
My objective was to do some tidy, tidy in the studio. The Filter Queen canister vacuum has a permanent spot under one of the church tables. There is nothing light-weight about the wand. Heavy metal tubular with the type of chrome finish that a biker would enjoy. I have all of the attachments. There is one floor brush that stays on the wand all the time . . . as I can no longer squeeze the button to release it from its designated spot. That’s alright. I can use the small cylindrical brush attached to the vacuum’s coil.
Everything was moved away from the south wall that was sitting on the floor. I wanted to get right next to where the wall meets the floor. That in itself was a good work-out. A bit of tidy tidy as I tackled some items on the shelves on the south wall. It never hurts to pick up items, give them a look-see as to whether or not they will remain shelf worthy.
By one, Dennis came in and thought I would have been totally done . . . not. When I am doing some fairly deep cleaning. I do not rush. Of course I open up a box or small tote to see if there is something I need to address immediately. Old home week! There is stuff that can be done away with and then there are the items that I have an emotional connection with. I am grateful for being a sentimentalist. People, events and some material items . . . all are held long enough in my being to become memories. Mostly good memories. I live by “save the best and . . . leave the rest.”
With that I will take my leave. ♥