Observations on the mundane

There's nothing "exciting" to report on at my end, folks, it's the usual mundane work and personal life stuff. I did have lunch with a friend on Saturday, though (he's kind enough to play uber driver from time to time, when I need help with large and/or heavy things) and a lovely visit from friends on Sunday.

My outdoor holiday decor, such as it is, is up now. I don't think I'll bother with lights this year because what goes up must come down. The wreath is new, from Rona. (Home Depot's competition here.) I thought about it for a few days before I bought it, just to be sure (it wasn't particularly expensive, either).

 

My decor inside is up too; also, such as it is. Linens and Christmas floral arrangements, my strings of warm white lights, LED candles, etc. That old Santa in a boot thing from my childhood (beside the tree); I assume it's older than I am. (It was the only Christmas decoration I brought back from Halifax after Mom passed.)

I have a lovely 4-ft tree, but I'm not feeling it this year, so I've brought out one of my tabletop trees and have called it a day.

Oh, Canada Post is on strike now, and apparently sides are far apart (though I haven't checked the news today). If they don't settle it soon, I will not be able to send snail mail cards this year and will be relegated to posting an e-card. So if I typically send you a card and you don't get one this year, that's why!

The last mundane note is my observation on how much dust carpets actually hold versus having bare floor throughout the house. I use heavy-duty Swiffer dry mop cloths every day and they're almost black with dust. Every. Single. Day. You'd think I never cleaned. Seriously, I never grasped how much dust settled in the old carpeting! (I have three air purifiers that run 24/7 too!)

Gorgeous morning sky, below, on November 15th.

 

Finally, a note for Lynn and Precious (and anyone else): I sometimes do think about restarting the flashbacks of the boys (and Annie and Chum too), but truthfully my heart hurts too much to do it (regularly). It's like picking at a scab and reopening the old wounds. I did have a dream about the boys a couple of nights ago, though. They were their usual selves: Nicki front and centre, curious about what was going on, and Derry hanging back, cautious. It was nice to "see" them. 💕

 

Take care, all.