Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Saturday, November 2, 2024

The first fire of the season.


I spent a pleasant afternoon and evening enjoying a warm fire and an audiobook, the audiobook in the afternoon. Mark and the cats in the evening. The snow has melted, the air is crisp and the sun is shining. Lori mentioned buying challah from a baker, making me think about making a couple of loaves. It's been years since I've done this. Maybe today, maybe chandelier cleaning. One or the other. Baking sounds more appealing right now.

I mentioned to Mark last evening that I am finally feeling as if I'm regaining some control and order in my life. Slowly but surely I am putting my life, which means my home, to rights. I told him to plan on us both doing a big dust and cobweb removal in the barn, hopefully next week. I have not taken care of the horses or the barn for four years and it shows. Mark has done a good job caring for the beasties and their stalls, but he only has time for so much. The barn looks like a haunted building.

Good Saturday to all.


2 comments:

Boud said...

So glad to hear you're getting back. You've been sounding so much better in recent months, it's great to read.

Sandra said...

It's good to be sort of functional again. Of course, me being me, I can't simply be happy about that. I want myself of 5 years ago back. Which I do know won't happen. But a person, me, has to have something to grump about, Boud.