I am hoping that this will be one of the last photos I will be posting here looking through the scaffolding, although next week it will still be here, but the week after next who knows? We are told many stories and one of them is about the scaffolding being dismantled the week after next. We were also told that our blind winders would be installed yesterday, but no deal. We got a telephone recorded message to say there was not enough time and it will be done on Monday. On Monday morning we are away for an hour or so shopping, so who knows. I no longer really care. The blind story is becoming a story without an end. Half of the appartments have them in working order and the other half are still waiting.
The weather suits the situation, everything misty and not clear.
I was looking for something in the cellar yesterday and had a bit of a shock. Some time ago it was an organised cellar and I knew what we had and where we had it. I did not find what I was looking for, but I discovered that my motto for living every week, or every two weeks, as if you were moving, had been forgotton. I discoverd two large pieces of styrofoam packing material, and cannot even remember what was packed in it. I love those large pieces that you cannot break up into smaller pieces for the trash bag, so it looks like I will be busy with a sharp knife today. I also discovered a large piece of packing material belonging to something we no long have. Am I becoming a hoarder?
I moved onto our hobby room, but I should have left it. The hobby room is now mainly a place for objects belonging to the outside porch: a large table taking up all the room. At the back of the table is a settee and in the corner we have some boxes which are reproducing themselves. All in all it was a depressing site and it would have been better to have ignored it all.
Today I am going nowhere and not doing very much out of the ordinary, so I will have time to go back to the “moving every week” state of affairs, I hope.
I saw some interesting plants in the store yesterday. They were another variety of calla in a new colour: black. They would be ideal for a funeral or for a bouquet of cut flowers for your favourite enemy. Perhaps I might treat myself to a bunch to brighten the place up a bit.
And now time for a walkabout with the Dyson. It is hungry for dust and I want to get it behind me, I have a sawing session with some neglected styrofoam. Enjoy the week-end, I know I will, although golden oldies have week-ends every day.