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Remember when we thought computers would help the paper problem? HAH! What a constant struggle! I do think I am saving a great deal less. The archives remain to be sorted but they do not take up more than 3 boxes and can be thrown out when I am gone. Oops! Make that recycled!

Yesterday I got an early start in getting here but drove out to the West Island in hopes of obtaining a decent wood "hutch" from Craigslistfree. I phoned the woman before leaving and left a message. I called when I was in the vicinity and left a message, then went to the upscale thrift shop (West Island is fairly upscale and this one is for the visiting nurses). I ended up with very nice set of loop draperies in heavy white cotton - wonderful for the sun room.

Then a call and I dashed to get the hutch a few blocks away. The nice young woman and a male friend put it in the car. It needs some cosmetic work but I love it. Then back to finish perusing the shop: a cordless mini-vacuum, a lovely ceramic box, large enough for a good sized loaf of bread, in white with a blue dove and leaves; and a pair of need-work, lined drapes in a fabulous heavy white fabric with a woven in dimensional pattern, the likes of which I have never seen.

Then wended my way to the mill where I off loaded, ate, and not much else until time to go to Cafe. R did not try to come down but ended up spending the time saved giving support to a friend whose father was dying. And, again today, he took her to brunch and her dad died this afternoon. R may never reno the house but he is a good listener.

This morning I was a slow starter and looking through FB saw a friend was having visiting time re father dying this week - while awaiting a transplant. Googled site and decided I wanted to do this 45 minute trip to give her a hug. Planning that, I remembered there is a craft show/flea market in same town. Off I went.

I arrived in town early so went to show first. This thing was daunting - acres and acres of parking. I found a spot and headed directly toward the nearest booths, walked between two and saw cutting boards. These were the folks who gave me Banjo, the raccoon, two years ago! So we talked about Banjo at length. They were so glad to hear he did well.

Then it was time to see Mel and give her hugs. I only met her once, when she brought me a rescued squirrel, but we talked and talked that day and are friends on FB. I told her that day that she was a member of my family; wonderful young woman. She was delighted I came and we exchanged a few words and a number of hugs. My dad died at 58; hers was 61. I was about her age. My eyes got moist and remained so as I processed on the way back to the mill. Glad I went.

Dropped off a book from Sundays gatherings with a quilting friend who was quite excited by it - Australian patterns. Then returned to mill to do next to nothing; a bit drained, I think. Now making cauliflower soup for later and soon to leave for Durham County Poets concert five minutes away. R is on his way.   

An excellent day.