We’ll see……

I have so many things that need fixing repairing replacing sorting saving or tossing, and no one to help. I have to do it—some of it. If I don’t do it, I’ll be dead and the mess will simply go to my kids to toss. Today I went through two sewing baskets, actually looking for a tape measure. Matt has lost so much weight I don’t know what size he is and I must get him some new jeans. He’s wearing drawstring pants that don’t need measuring. I found one pair of cords that fit, with a belt, but the legs need shortening. I can’t sew.

No tape measure but a lovely collection of buttons for clothes I don’t own any more, safety pins, old spools of thread, and two Canadian pennies.

I have a list:

The top drawer of one of my dressers is broken. When I could have visitors my grandson used to fix it, jam it together so it would hold sweaters and not fall apart into the drawer below. My hands aren’t strong enough to fix it.

The little wooden latch on the inside of my antique washstand is broken and i don’t know how to fix it.

I have to bake bran muffins soon but i have a new dishwasher and I’m still trying to figure out how to load it. ( I will not wash muffin tins by hand.) My instruction manual is already dog-eared.

I’ve had a big bottle of Listerine for a couple of months now but i can’t open it. You have to push down and twist and pull up, and I can’t do it any more. (Hands again.) See, I still my marbles but my dwindling technical skills can’t handle them.

The sun is shining. I’m going for a walk.

I’ll talk about socks tomorrow.