As we travel farther from the sun in our elliptical orbit these mornings are going to get down right cold in a hurry. Oh we may have a warm spell that keeps things toasty between 11:00am and 3:00pm, but don’t you doubt for a second that WINTER IS COMING! I have to adjust my schedule to include defrosting the vehicle windows, soon to add scrapping off ice, and clearing snow from the driveway too. Yikes. It’s all downhill from here until we finish out the year. Not to mention the kids now need sweaters, long pants, socks, oh my the socks! Jackets, hats, and mittens. Soon to be boots, full on winter coats, snow pants, neck ring scarves, gloves of all shapes and sizes, toques and more. Once winter really hits, the mornings fill up fast with so many additional details, tasks, and moments of panic. Sounds like fun to me.
Friday is here. The long weekend is here too. My nephew, whom is two years of age, broke his foot the day before yesterday, so I don’t think they are heading north for Thanksgiving. And the weather is to be cold, rainy, and unpleasant so I don’t think my inlaws are going either. So we may have a very rare Thanksgiving weekend not closing up the cottage and winterizing all of the motorized things. Next weekend we are off to Rama for a show, so that’s out too. Might have to go up mid week to do any of those tasks if we catch a dry & warm patch some time soonish.
I for one am fine with it. I like being home. This is where my stuff is. This is where I am most comfortable. We still have the farm, and grandma’s house, and the nephew/niece we can visit with (although the boy is down with a singular broken bone in his foot). Tough luck from a random tumble he took with his tiny two year old wobbly legs. He’ll bounce back, at that age the bones are soft, plyable, and easily mended.
If we are home then we can dig up and dry off the Dahlias that are all over the property. I can do one morning of leaves with the mulcher back pack bagger. If we’re all home anyway, then that might make sense to do. I could find a matinee for the kids to go see. Or walk the dog someplace we’ve never gone to spice things up. I don’t know, it’s all up in the air right now. No firm plans have been decided yet.
We could, as a family clean this house back to how nice it looked prior to the Markham Fair entry creation bonanza. Get all the paper, popsicle sticks, glue sticks, glitter, rocks, glue guns, foam pieces, and whatever else organized and put away back where they belong. Make it so we can see/use the island counter top, and dining room table top for eating on once again. I don’t know, that could be fun? Right? Yeah – right. No chance.
I’m still riding the high from garbage day where I managed to get 200lbs worth of scrap metal taken away. It had been stored, and taking up space in the garage for years. Doors, light fixtures, rusted tool box, planer stand, old lawn mower handle bits, broken lawn wind ornament, busted stroller, old engine from another lawn mower, aluminum wheel braces, and whatever else I could manage to move by myself on short notice. All gone. I have regained all of that space on my shelves. It’s wonderful. I wish I could have gotten the old water softener, and brine tank out too, but it’s all plastic, resin, fiberglass and not really metal, so no chance the scrap folks would have taken it. Plus it’s super heavy, and my inlaws have my dolly (still). I don’t fancy putting my back out to lift both of those items out of my basement by myself. I have straps and ratchets so it wouldn’t come off the dolly, but not a task I can just walk away from once I get it onto the staircase. Stairs are too narrow, and too often used to abandon a heavy object on to rest up and try again later. This is a time when a straight walk out basement would have been very, very handy. No such luck here I’m afraid.
On the other hand I did clear a bunch of crap out from the garage! Yeah buddy! Got some old bags removed from a closet in the basement too. It’s all coming up aces (eventually). Now if I could get the two boxes full of burnable cut off scraps up to the cottage, and the children’s play kitchen taken up there too, I’d be jumping for joy. There’s always something that needs doing, so my celebration period is rather short after each task completes successfully. Sorting and organizing. Throwing away broken, dried up, ruined crafting materials. Recycling papers, and emptying drawers. These are the things I both love to do (reclaim the storage space) but hate to do (so tedious, and why am I the only one who cares about us keeping all this crap anyway?) But I digress.
Since it’s such a chilly morning, I’m going to wait until closer to eleven to walk the dog at the farm. Either that, or I need to find long johns and a scarf. I don’t fancy a cold blast to the mouth. Twenty plus years of Crohn’s has not done my teeth any favours. Can you say “sensitivity aversion”. Because I can. Five months out of the year I speak it’s vile name whilst in despicable nerve pain. Fun times.
And on that bomb shell, I bid you adieu. Ciao Bella!
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