Well, it was way too windy yesterday to do any raking, so that particular task has been moved to today. And the rest of the week. I did manage to get to the grocery store as well as clean the den.
Scoutie misses the park. I can tell. I’m sort of missing our little apartment and our adventure. Change isn’t easy. But then I look around the cottage and smile. It’s nice being home. It will be even nicer when Don gets here. In the meantime, he has a terrible cold so he’s feeling miserable at the moment. Our Hamlet had a cold as well. Nothing worse than being an actor in the middle of performances, worrying about whether you’re going to lose your voice because of a cold. I’ve been there. It ain’t fun.
Slightly bedraggled, yet still beautiful zinnias.
I love the splash of autumnal color amidst the brown leaves scattered all over the Funky Patio.
On my first night home, I walked outside to the porch. The sun was setting and I could see the mountains and it was beautiful. I missed that.
I’m flat screen television shopping. I have a good idea what I might purchase, but if you have any recommendations, I’d be very grateful.
New post up on Just Let Me Finish This Page.