Way Out In the Field Notes- Tuesday, November 7th. Some of this and that today.

 You might have already had this image--- bit of a Slushy Brain Day today.  For ME. Backyard is covered in leaves.

Son has misplaced some documents and is looking for them....trying to make a memory map of the day the men were packing his belongings.....to figure out where the items might be. Stressful.

I forgot to buy mouthwash at the grocery store yesterday.  And the only diced tomatoes I have (for my NYT's SOUP) are in a very large can....so I will need to safely store them for the next pot of soup.  Perhaps freeze? Certainly refrigerate.  Son is on the Food Safety Alert System. 24/7. He has the impression I am not doing my best with food safety.   I might even agree with him.

The Ashes are ready for pick up.... I decided today was "too soon" so we are stopping by tomorrow... which also may be "too soon". I remember picking up Riley's ashes and they smelled like him and made me cry all the way home.

Trump gave me some vicarious something yesterday.....his IQ must be in the double digits. I don't think bragging about how much you over valued your property is a "good thing" if they already know, in court, that it was illegal. And who was the doll faced woman seated next to him?  Proof women like him???? Did she ever speak???

We watched a very very strange football game last night....wow. One sided and mean spirited.

Oh, my BIG NEWS was the Garbage Team Members took EVERYTHING........ and that is saying something as they don't always do that.......moving boxes and moving paper.......folded and neatly presented to them...GONE.  A very Happy Note for today.

And I think I have lost and found the pattern pieces for the upholstery of a chair I bought for 2 dollars many years ago......my dad re-webbed the springs and made the chair like new....I just needed to do the re-upholstery on it with some very very nice 1940's curtain fabric.  Sturdy stuff..... I now have the pieces in a bag in the coat closet.  Less likely to toss something living in a BAG.  Third time saved is a charm of some sort.....or my dad is working hard to remind me from the great beyond.