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This is my work space

This is my work space

This is where I relax

This is where I relax

Housekeeping is fairly simple.  Laundry is not.  I’ve tried the laundromat a couple times, but they are pretty awful.  And expensive!  So I have resorted to hand washing, and that seems to be working fairly well.  I’ve always done a bit of hand laundry when travelling, of course, but jeans, sweatshirts, and towels are a bigger challenge than rinsing out a few smalls.  My hands have never felt so clean!

I do  miss my paintings.  These bare walls are creepy.  So far I have resisted the temptation to start creating murals… But only because I have no artistic talent whatsoever.  That, and the fact that I still harbour some hope of finding another buyer.  Just because the previous two purchasers were unable to get the job done shouldn’t mean I’ll be camping forever…   Besides, in neither of those cases was the house the problem.  One wanted to clear 3 1/2 acres of trees and the local Council wouldn’t allow it (thank dog).  The second family desperately wants it, but there is a problem with the previous agent.  So henceforth people will get to view it empty.  Not even a mural in sight.  Vacant possession, they call it.  Even though it’s full of laughter and memories.

Cooking has turned out to be the least of the problems.  I bought a new wok, as of course mine is buried somewhere in the depths of a container somewhere up north.  I have a slightly sore arm from constantly patting myself on the back for that very clever purchase.  I swear, you can cook anything in a wok.  And I do mean anything.  Okay, maybe not cupcakes.

If I sound like I’m whining, well, I’m not.  I’m off to Queensland next week for a bit of sun and R & R.  That means a bit of shopping, of course, because–wait for it– all my summer clothes are buried somewhere in the depths of a container somewhere up north.        MM

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