Ran back and forth
Around the town square
Behind the eight ball
Struck while irons were hot
Bent over backwards
To please themselves
Aligned with new moons
Something was missing
Sure Fluffy, it was all fun and games
Until someone coughed up a fur ball
Could you find this much discomfort
anywhere else–at any price?
There was a lesson in there–somewhere
I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.
A thousand mile journey may begin with a single step, but ends with piles of dirty laundry, unruly, overgrown lawns, luggage to store away.
That’s the necessary stuff–not including the extras, getting back into routines, catching up on neighborhood gossip.
Busiest vacation in recent memory.
This Saturday morning, with my spouse off on a shopping venture with daughters and grand-daughter–I’ll be left to look after our collection of three dogs.
When someone moves into a new house, the work never seems to end. Yesterday, it was moving in a dining room set.
Fall leaf colors fell short of expectations. With the exception of this morning, it’s been too warm. In the next two weeks, after I’m gone, leaves will be at peak coloration.
Next trip will be for Thanksgiving. That’s only a few weeks away. Where has the year gone?
Final coat of varnish. Rollaway bench parked in final resting place.
Thankful, careful measurements paid off.
Perhaps, I can relax for a bit, before the next project.