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Good Morning! It is a rainy start to the day here. There was a spot of sun on the deck. A sign to come? Perhaps. Coffee at the right!

Alex came and we now have all the books on the shelf in the bedroom. Now to get the boxes of keepsakes or “may need” boxes under the bed for easy access. A degree of organization. LOL. It amazes me how much I got rid of when moving to the rental home, and then for this last move. And I still find a few things I can let go of. Some things are things you decide to hang onto, so it seems, you reach another level of “Ok! I don’t want this now.” I am focusing in on what I do need and what I would enjoy seeing.

Other Thoughts:

Today it’s a poem by Kate Barnes. I can see my elderly father’s sister in my mind. Not me yet! But Aunt Murtle was short, and plump. She was always laughing, knew all the skeletons in the family tree, loved to cook grow flowers. She had a large button collection, and rug making supplies. I liked her although my mother did not! Some family history I was not a part of. She was kind to me, and learned about our lives, this an. She lived next door.

Future Plans

When I am an old, old woman I may very well be

living all alone like many another before me

and I rather look forward to the day when I shall have

a tumbledown house on a hilltop and behave

just as I wish to. No more need to be proud___

at the tag end-of-life one is at last allowed

to be answerable to no one. Then I shall wear

a shapeless felt hat clapped on over my white hair,

sneakers with holes for the toes, and a ragged dress.

My house shall be always in a deep-drifted mess,

my overgrown garden a jungle. I shall keep a crew

of cats and dogs, with perhaps a goat or two

for my agate-eyed familiars. And what delight

I shall take in the vagaries of the day and night.

in the wind in the branches, in the rain on the roof!

I shall toss like an old leaf, weather-mad, without reproof.

I’ll wake when I please, and when I please, I shall doze:

When I am an old, old woman I may very well be

living all alone like many another before me

and I rather look forward to the day when I shall have

a tumbledown house on a hilltop and behave

just as I wish to. No more need to be proud___

at the tag end-of-life one is at last allowed

to be answerable to no one. Then I shall wear

a shapeless felt hat clapped on over my white hair,

sneakers with holes for the toes, and a ragged dress.

My house shall be always in a deep-drifted mess,

my overgrown garden a jungle. I shall keep a crew

of cats and dogs, with perhaps a goat or two

for my agate-eyed familiars. And what delight

I shall take in the vagaries of the day and night.

in the wind in the branches, in the rain on the roof!

I shall toss like an old leaf, weather-mad, without reproof.

I’ll wake when I please, and when I please, I shall doze:

whatever I think, I shall say: and I suppose

that which such a habit of speech I’ll be let well alone

to mumble plain truth like and old dog with a bare bone.

whatever I think, I shall say: and I suppose

that which such a habit of speech I’ll be let well alone

to mumble plain truth like and old dog with a bare bone.

Kate Barnes.

Best wishes! Pejj Nunes