This morning is the beginning of a day off from work. We don't get many of these this year as we make the move to the Farm full time and the day for the move draws near.
I made a cup of tea yesterday afternoon with the last tea bag and thought about buying more. But I also keep tea bags in the Cabin, and this makes purchasing more unnecessary. If I bring fifteen tea bags from the Farm I will have enough to finish the project. Leaving me just about twenty days or so that we live in what was once our house. Our first house, though not our first home.
Wow.
By the end of the month we will have to kick the legs out. We will either hang or we'll learn to fly. A real make it or break it moment in time. We are making plans to do as close to nothing today as we can today. The thought of learning to fly using these aging bodies is a bit daunting.
We are doing things which would have been difficult for out thirty years old selves, not that it would have stopped us. At our age there is a special sort of pain that come from physical work, so a day off is sometimes necessary. And if there is work at hand that needs done, we might do it, so
No comments:
Post a Comment