Things are finally settled into their normal state of controlled chaos. Lovey has stopped standing outside of the closed guest room door and whining softly - which she did every morning that Els was here. I believe she has given up hoping that Els would take her home with her and now has resigned herself that she's stuck here. Heehee.
I canned 11 pints of crushed tomatoes and four half pints of sauce over the weekend. I have another big pot of will-be sauce on the stove and a final counter top full of ripening tomatoes. I may have to stay away from Marianne for a few weeks... poor me.
Objects are trickling out of the house - either on craigslist or to Goodwill - but it will be a long time before I am satisfied that things have been minimized.
My furnace will be serviced tomorrow. Winter is inevitable. This is also the year of septic service, wherein I gaze in admiration at the blond Adonis who mans the truck. Were I thirty years younger...
Laundry is caught up, beds have been changed to autumn apparel and I am ready to tackle my own apparel. It's next up on the Purge List.
I leave you with pictures of Reggie (who seems to have a crush on Dimples the Duck), the Extreme Lounge Chair and Hopzilla.