This morning I noticed that the copper cauldron where we keep the wood was almost empty, so I had to fill it up. I figured I could as well fetch the tires as I was using the wheelbarrow. They are kept in my father's little workshop, which is standing as he left it two years ago — going there is a bit overwhelming as so many memories are falling over me.
I should have brought the table in weeks ago but it is so heavy that I have been putting it off. Today I got it done!
Embrace change even if you want to run from it. Ralph Shrader
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It is easier to say what and who I'm not. — I'm not my profession — I'm not my salay — I'm not my age — I'm not my illness — I'm not my civil status So who am I? — a person just the right size and age — an untidy pedant — a conservative radical And what do I do? — weave — read — listen to music, classical preferably baroque