11th October 2018
Today was the official end of summer in the household, noted by the removal of the air conditioner.
Russian funeral music played as the cortège slowly made its way down the stairs into its winter resting place.
In tribute to the striking Dagenham car workers of the seventies, I lit a fire and stood rubbing my hands to gain warmth, before starting my jobs.
We already have a buyer for the side tables so all the stops have been pulled out to finish it.
We had to stop at Dave’s to off-load a washing machine from his truck. He is the Mr Big of Maytag washing machines. These machines are from the 1950s and are very popular with the Amish. Some are in good condition, others a bit rusty, but his buyer takes them in any condition. Dave has regular excursions to Indiana with his truck weighed down with these prehistoric appliances, driving back with a wad of dollar bills in his wallet. I went with him once, and witnessed a very unusual business transaction. Dave is not the most active of people, his buyer is almost identical, they stood about grunting at each other, there was a bit of foot shuffling and the deal was struck. The barn was stacked floor to ceiling with these washing machines looking like robots awaiting the order to destroy mankind.
The new ones were manhandled off the truck to join the Maytag army.
Walked along the beach with the dogs, it was cold, the wind whistled though my teeth. It was more a test of endurance than a pleasant walk in the sand. It made the hot coffee and Kelli’s lasagna soup such a pleasure.
Another Lifetime to go 