I can hear the gentle wooshing of the rain as I sit and type. The Machinist has finished watching his favourite program and has just walked through to the lounge, where I sit behind my desk with a dim lamp light. He draws the curtains. It is part of his evening routine, as he is such a creature of habit. He draws the curtains, locks the front door, goes to the bathroom, then takes his supplements. He's like clockwork and I love him for it, as he is a great support, dependable and reliable. He is steadfast and comforting and assuring even- especially in these times of uncertainty.
I find that there are so many projects that I want to complete, both in the house and also in the garden. Before I can whole-heartedly throw myself into these projects, however, I have to finish packing up the shop. My brother has bought most of our equipment, but there is always so much of the smaller items to deal with: glasses, crockery, cutlery, small appliances, stationary, table signs and numbers, menus, left over giftware, jams, sauces, honey and small quantities of dry goods like peppers, specialised flours, spices etc.
During the days of packing up The Daily Pie, I am also 'flirting' with a HUGE decluttering at home. Some days, I take things from home to the shop, and others - I take things from the shop - home. The rest goes into a huge trailer parked outside, ready to be towed to the local tip. Some days, it feels like I am getting "nowhere", as while I spend so much time in each day repeating this routine, I am not doing the regular chores like washing, cleaning, and even - shopping. We have plenty of stock in our home pantry, but lack fresh fruit and vegetables and other perishable items. Hence, we're still not eating as healthy as I would like us to eat. My waistline proves it!
And although we are still saddened by our elective closure of the Cafe, we are all excited about the future...