No one has bid on the sofa yet, but the owner won't finish the auction early for me (even second time round) and claims there have been loads of queries. Hmm. I have set a reminder in my Outlook calendar to bid 15 minutes before the auction ends on Friday morning (as if I'd forget). Husband is beginning to brace hinself - either that I drop an obscene quantity of cash on securing it or I lose out and go into mourning. Meanwhile, work have cleared out a regional office (and then the garage) and I scored a bookcase/hutch for free. Now, how to get it back to the sticks?
Food has been on track and the sobriety savings scheme has $20 in it.
I've been feeling a bit weighed down by the journals recently. My mother would burble on about Mercury being retrograde and Uranus in conjunction or somesuch as everyone seems to be doing it tough recently. Not just here, either, I've not written about it, but soon after we came back from the UK the woman who had done my parents' garden for them since Dad's stroke was involved in a paragliding accident and has been in hospital/rehab ever since. She's determined to walk out of there on her own feet. More recently, last week, a tiny distant relation got hit by a car, was airlifted to hospital and has been in intensive care ever since. Luckily, he seems to be on the mend.
I want to support everyone and little tendrils of love snake out. I may as well be religious the number of people I'm not-praying-but-thinking of. Does it make a difference or is it just an attenuated, lightweight version of compassion? Meanwhile I owe best friend and Pops letters and my quilt will not be ready in time for Christmas - I'm going to plan B and will use a couple of spare blocks to make a matched pair of cushions. The quilt will have to be a present for the future - either joint in-law birthdays or Christmas (or all four - come on, it is a hand stitched queen-size quilt).