Dupont:

Well, Metheny comes tomorrow to clean - so I will have a clean house but not as tidy as I would like. I may throw myself at her feet and beg HELP! Maybe throw all the odds and sods into boxes or plastic bags just to get clear. The little I did yesterday wore me out so little happened today. That Window does look better but not terrific... My shoulders quit.

R just phoned and I let go a bit of a rant at the stuff he has all over the house that belongs in the cellar - at best. Then he asks who all is coming... How many times...!!! And he is in the middle of buying windows for one of his derelict buildings! He neglected to tell me: "Found the snow tires and they are on!"

I keep wondering how my son could be so pernickety; we spent several summers in a tent on Clam Bay, fetching water from "Aunt Kitty's spring" up the road. Often cooking over a drift wood fire. That was my idea of paradise and at least one son (the other one?) said that was the best part of his childhood.

I am suffering from dust. Going to bed with hope R gets home and gets a bit cleared before Mylene comes. I used to laugh at the idea that women had to clean up before the cleaning lady came!!