Several blustery days ahead and I see a freeze warning for next week - I knew it was too early to plant tomatoes. Since the yard isn't inviting me out to play I'll make a push to pick up indoors and in solidarity with Charmion's construction chaos, I need to dust everything. COVID masks come in handy for dusting and for the work I've been doing in the attic.

And like Dorothy, I have some loaves of whole wheat bread in the freezer (though I think I like these loaves better than she likes her crusty rye) and I've started making croutons again. They're cheap at the store but those seem to last forever, telling me there are probably preservatives. I'm back to eating salads several times a week and I do love the crunch of seasoned croutons.

I've done some rearranging in the master bedroom, a trunk under the window is now in the closet, and a box of stuff from my Mom's house is ready to be examined and used or tossed. I really don't think there is a demand for her high school yearbook. Should I scan it for Ancestry or Classmates, or do they already have a 1940 annual in the collection? Our family is slowly offloading family items, one postal box at a time; my sister sent this to me. I sent some of my Dad's ceramics to my son this week. At least the post office is making some money out of us.