It's the small things that upset me. I found the last birthday card he sent me. It says "Happy Birthday, and thanks for being here"
I cannot imagine where else I might have been.
And I'm slowly unravelling the Mess and sorting the Stuff, and putting it all in different rooms, so that the possibilities of carrying on are made real.
This was the big bedroom - it's all painted (although I'm finding the colour a bit stark, but there's nothing much on the walls yet.) The big alcove on the left above has now lost the plan chest (in the bedroom) and I have put up racking for big shelves for my fabric boxes, shelves will be cut tomorrow, but I bought the wrong spurs so it may be a few days before it's all done. I'm pleased with myself for doing it efficiently and with accuracy, but also sad that the usual one-drills-and-one-holds-the-hoover thing wasn't possible.. I suspect there will be a lot of those in my life from now on.
I had already built a big table - probably the most useful thing and the one I miss most from the workshop - I don't think I want to live without one of these, and the height is kind on my back
Occupied within seconds by my constant companion...
And now utterly full of Stuff, awaiting sorting..
More pictures tomorrow, as I have the sewing machine, the big rug, and the ironing table all in place - and I hope to resolve the rest in the next few days..
Blessings to all, Happy Winter-Festival-Of-Choice, and a Hopeful and Prosperous New Year..