Yesterday’s recycling efforts were thwarted when I packed up all the bags of trash, stuffed them in large contractor’s bags, loaded them in my car, along with a bin full of bottles and cans and cardboard, drove the five minutes or so to the Transfer Station, only to see the gates closed and a handwritten sign on brown cardboard shoved in the gate saying “Closed on 5/17.” No reason, no warning. I wasn’t happy.

I suppose Dan could have been sick or unable to come into work for some reason, but doesn’t the town have someone who can sub for him? The station is only open 3 days a week as it is.

The joys of living in a small town.

It was extremely hot and humid and I had to haul everything out of my car upon returning home and shove huge bags into the trash cans. Plus, my plans for mowing a bit before the rain came in the afternoon were curtailed when the rain came much earlier.

What to do? Clean the bathrooms, vacuum, do a load or two of laundry and play with my egg cups.

I started retrieving them from various shelves and cabinets, upstairs and downstairs.

I pulled a chair up to the cabinet.

I had to take into account the wood on the doors that blocked some of the cubbies.

I played and played. At times,  I’d stop and look at everything and then I’d smile. Some of my larger egg cups won’t fit in the cubbies, so I’ll put them all together on one of the hanging shelves. But the vast majority them did fit and I can’t tell you how neat it is to see them all together in their new home.

This is what it looks like at the moment. That may change. You’ll notice there is a space waiting for Sleepy, if I ever find him.

Don is just as delighted as I am. Every time he passes the cabinet, he remarks on what a difference it makes in the cottage.

It does.

I think our cottage is full of a lot of wonderful things, but my favorites are those that have a sense of whimsy. These do. So do the Jumping Jacks hanging by the kitchen door and the signs and graphics and little charming knick knacks. I hope they say a lot about Don and me. I think they do.

By the way, reader Jay suggested it might have been hung on a wall with what is now the bottom being the top, etc. That makes sense to me as the writing above the cubbies would have been right side up that way. Perhaps a mail sorter for a little office or hotel? I like it the way it is because it works for our house. Clearly the dealer did, too.

I stopped by the post office yesterday and there was a package waiting for me from Dottie, a reader of this blog. She had written me to say she had something she wanted to send me.

Inside was the most exquisite little mug with a Shakespearean theme.

The design goes all the way around the cup. So beautiful! I will treasure this always, Dottie. Thank you so much!

Okay. I’m off to make a second cup of coffee and, hopefully, recycle and mow a bit – though it might storm today.

Happy Saturday.