While I always enjoy other people making omelettes for me, I did miss the homestyle breakfast conversation while I was at the ocean.
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Saturday. Rainy, cool, and blowy. I guess a piece of the gale that was bearing down on OOB yesterday found its way inland.
Station Air off, heat on. First cup of tea brewing.
First — many thanks to everyone who has offered to adopt, and in some cases, buy, my Stuff, but — I’m not selling. I still want my jar of marbles. What I don’t want is for them to be treated like the Incomprehensible Garbage collected by A Crazy Old Woman after I’ve gotten done. I wish, in a word, to provide honorably for them. I also have a jar with some bits of sea glass in it. I feel less strongly about it, but still want it to be creditably established with someone who knows sea glass — especially sea glass that isn’t brown (beer bottles) — for the small miracle it is.
We can do a tour of the marbles at some point, if there’s interest, but I’m not adopting them out, just yet. I need them.
This is related to my determination to stay in this house. Though Steve and I didn’t live here anywhere near as long as we did in the house in Winslow, Steve made sure to create a space that would help us both remember ourselves. It’s also the reason he took so many pictures of just everyday life. This house is my memory palace, if not actually a carapace, that keeps me from ‘sploding out in all directions at once.
Well. It’s Saturday, as they say, and I’m just back from vacation so that must mean!
Yep. Laundry.
What’s everybody else doing today?
Below, the jar of marbles. You may be able to see that some of those items? Aren’t marbles.
