Good morning. Enjoy your shredding! Jake would shred for you.
It’s chilly here, but not as cold as it was when James and I went out around 7:30. Elen wants me to take her shopping, because her bathing suit was stolen on her camping trip, so now she doesn’t have one.
I’ve emptied out another box, sorta. The hanging files are in there, which I need, but now I’m stuck trying to think of how I can label the files. I have several sheets of blank address labels which I can cut in half lengthwise, and it will serve, but eventually, I’ll have to get more labels.
The pile to be shredded is growing. I also have a lot of magazines (Astronomy and the odd crochet/handcraft) that I don’t want to throw out, so I will take my name off and put them in the donations pile. Which is growing weekly. When I get enough stuff to warrant a truck to pick it up, I’ll call them.
And so, back to the grindstone.
Oh, yes. This is the worst year for mockingbirds I’ve ever experienced, and they all seem to think my patio fence and gate are the places to be, especially at bedtime (1800 - ??) and early morning.
I open the security door to shoo them off, but they sit in the tree and mock me. And then they come back to repeat the performance. Hmpf.