Garage Sales, sheds, and roofs…

The girl came this week to run the garage sale. I am no good to her, but she is doing great on her own.

The chimney is down, the roof is patched, and re shingled in that area. No sense fooling ourselves. A steel roof isn’t in the budget right now. Many thanks to our friend Henry and to the boy for doing this. The man at 72 can not tackle this one himself.

Reality bites a bit these days. The minds are young, and the bodies grow old. The strength that once was diminished. Time is not our friend these days. Napping seems to come daily now. Doesn’t take much to convince ourselves to take one.

We need to find a new shed. A larger one split into two rooms with separate entrances. One side for the garden, the other for a library/office area. The copy jobs are more frequent and larger. More space is needed for layout and assembly. Also, for family history research items. Where did this all come from?

So far, no interest from family members has been shown to take over the history things. Not everyone has an interest in searching and compiling. This is okay. I just need to have it in order when the interest comes.

Nuff of the rambling. Time to get things done before life passes us by.