I worked hard all day in our loft room. I hoped that I would get a good chunk done today and finish it off on Monday.
I stopped at 4.00 to go to the library and get a few groceries we'd run out of and when I got home I made dinner and had a break with Paul. We enjoyed the film Amelia, about the life of legendary American pilot Amelia Earhart.
I thought that I would throw out a lot more stuff than I actually did. I confess to shuffling more of it than I should have kept, to other parts of the house, but a lot of magazines did get put in the recycling bin. I intend to have a second go at the stuff in the low cupboards that run along beneath the roof on one wall of the loft room, after Christmas.
Speaking of Christmas, I had to take all of the Christmas decorations out of those cupboards and put them in our mostly unused formal dining room, because I'll need them before the wedding in December. I think that having them all down there waiting for Christmas might be a great thing. This year I might be one step ahead in getting ready.
Poignantly I found written directions to Uncle John's home in Worcester. I threw away the scrap of paper because he has moved on to heaven. One day I might actually remove his name and phone number from my phone. I haven't done it yet!
But with joy I stumbled upon the notes that I took during one conversation with him around our kitchen table. I had asked him about his memories of Christmases of his childhood and as he started talking I started writing. He went on to other stories and I kept taking notes. I had lost track of where I had put them and there they were today, under a pile of papers
Maybe one night this week I will transcribe some of the notes into a story on the blog. At least that way they will be both saved and shared!