There’s this utility pole that’s practically in my back yard. If careful, a car can be backed into the yard. Vans, too. A contractor backed his van into my yard once, so I know it can be done. A neighbor hung a Children Playing sign on it once. There are hundreds of staples in it from old posters and signs, and more than once I’ve wanted to grab a pair of pliers and pull them all out.
Friday…Friday…I did something Friday, was relatively productive at work, but can’t remember much else. It seems so far away right now, likely due to the busy nature of today.
I spent the majority of the day helping pack up a house. It involved 11 flights of stairs (not all at once), 7,696 steps, and about four wardrobe boxes. And a couple of slices of pizza, which was delicious.
And laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.
I gained a cookie jar today from my childhood. I’m not sure what would have happened to it (probably nothing) had I not brought it home, but I am looking forward to either baking cookies or buying cookies to put in it. I remember trying to lift the lid so no sound was made, and replace it the same way. It’s a very hard thing to do, because it’s ceramic, and it was always placed at the wall edge of the counter so it didn’t accidentally fall off. So the handle would make noise if you needed to move it closer, the lid would inevitably make the cookie jar tone when you removed it, and replacing it would result in several more of the bell-like rings of the lid returning to its resting place on top of the jar. I love it. I can’t wait to hear my kids trying to sneak cookies.
I wrote 276 words in two blog posts and pecked out a lonely 14 words of fiction on Friday. This is the first chance I’ve had to be on the computer all day because of all the aforementioned tasks, and there’s not much day left. I think that’s okay, though. It will all sort out.