6th October 2022
I was expecting a message from the builder thanking me for digging the new foundations, but I didn’t get one. It must have looked odd to them seeing all the trenches and holes that weren’t there yesterday morning.
Today it was getting back to business. The two matching side tables got a final sanding, ready for priming later.
I worked on the drawers, trying to scrape off the paint on the sides. They were so sloppily painted it looked a mess, and I couldn’t let it go.
Leaves were starting to fall, there were gusts of wind sending them fluttering to the ground.
The sparrows in the holly bush, also known as the Death Star, were noisy, at any time there must be thirty birds all chirping at once.
There are particularly visual clues as to the season change, apart from the leaves, it the man across the street. Once he refits the doors to his Jeep, you know something is going to change. For the summer he leans them against the support post of his volleyball net.
Another Lifetime to go 