Thankful
We are taking part in the last week of August 2025. I am ever so thankful that we do not have breaking news on Stauffer Avenue. Our home and our community are our places of refuge.
Dennis looked through the last entries of a photo album I have put together. There was a huge such album put together when Raymond and Lena celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. It was done up with padded covers front and back. Lots of lace sewn within the seams of the white satin covering front and back. I took the album that had yellowed with age, completely apart and salvaged a perfectly good album. I will use some of my craft paper to cover the inside of the covers. There had been no shortage of the use of a glue-gun to put more satin on.
Over the years I had played around with printing off photos and surprisingly many 8 x 10s. A re-purposed album feels so much better than either keeping it as it was or throwing it away after the photos had been taken out. It was a choice that I had made and I feel good about it. The 8 x 10s have a new home.
The remaining item to be addressed is sending my nephew Eric, his families memorabilia. It is one small task remaining for another day. Our living room has returned to a semblance of normality.
I am winding down on the sifting and sorting. It was a huge project that Dennis had opted out. He liked the end results but not the participation. It’s kind of like partaking and having your cake and eating it also. Nuff said.
Well . . . actually not. Over many years that somehow have turned to decades I have learned: When I complain I make myself a victim. I can leave the the situation at the moment or I can change the situation of the moment. Or . . . I can accept the situation as all else brings no resolve and I am the only one feeling less than.
I am thankful for each and every task that I take on and can complete it to the best of my abilities.
With that I will take my leave. ♥