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!
Yes, in a way it is sad but I'm fortunate to be able to look back at so many happy moments with my parents so although sad it also feels good. Hope you're having a good time in London! Margaretha
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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
That sounds like a sad day but with good deal achieved, em. I hope it eaves you feeling satisfied.
SvaraRaderaYes, in a way it is sad but I'm fortunate to be able to look back at so many happy moments with my parents so although sad it also feels good.
SvaraRaderaHope you're having a good time in London!
Margaretha