Hard at work . . .

Things to do, people to see, promises to keep - and so on. The list goes ever on.
I have found that the more I need done the less time I have to do it. The closet renovation, so nicely started by he-who-is in-Iraq, will never be finished unless I find a way to do it myself. Amazingly, a daughter of someone I know professionally offered to help me out.

I was so looking forward to learning some carpentry but I confess my role in the whole enterprise was that of the cleaner-upper.

Thus it was always.


I remain puzzled about relationships.
Serves me right for getting my hearts desire.

Be careful what you wish for.