has begun. At last there is a chill in the air.
My mother died at 3am. She had said when in her sixties, "if I get sick I won't fight it"
I knew she had had a tremor in her hands since her late thirties at least. Then she came over with my brother to where I was working a few years ago and didn't try to dominate or bully. Eventually that was diagnosed as Vascular Dementia. She was asking to go into a home three years ago, but by the time she succeeded she didn't know why she was there. Then when she broke her hip, although it was healing, she just didn't fight to stay.
I don't feel a loss. Perhaps only of the mother she could have been.
Life moves on.
I am making new beginnings and so is The Carpenter.
He has work until Christmas, let us hope that it leads to more. He has gone the twenty miles to work on his bike today, as there is no money for fuel to drive. At least he is working in the same city as The Oily One, so he can have a lift some days.
He has started sorting and tidying the house and I'm glad to be doing this with someone else for a change!! Now we need to get The Oily One to drastically reduce his footprint in the house!!
I threw a dozen salt pots yesterday and they are looking good so far.
Storage jars today...how big a jar do you need for pasta shapes, and what size jar holds a kilo of muesli?!!
I think I need to use clay a little softer that yesterday.....my hands were complaining bitterly last night.