The neighbours are felling trees again this morning. Two majestic pines, beautiful trees over forty feet tall, are returning to the earth in pieces. The chain saws buzz, the chipper screeches and the earth shakes as each section plummets to the ground below. I feel sad.
Wedding preparations are in full swing. I will be attending a shower for Terra soon, hosted by Lares’ mother, who has a large family and loves to entertain. I have my gifts ready and waiting to be wrapped. Attila will be in the wedding party, so he must attend a fitting for his tuxedo. I have still to find a suitable pair of shoes. Terra says she sometimes wishes she had eloped, but I know that this is a temporary reaction to stress, and that the wedding means a lot to her. We are doing everything we can to contribute to a happy, happy day.
Today I traveled to the library to use the high-speed connection there. From my laptop I need to send a 24 MB PhotoShop file to a photography shop, for a special project. The only print shop I could locate who could help me with my project was McKittrick’s in London, Ontario. Helpful doesn’t half describe them; wonderful is more like. The project may not work out at all, or exactly as planned, but it won’t be for lack of trying on my part or good customer service on theirs.
The library expedition did not pan out. The POP protocol would not work over the high-speed connection, web based mail only allowed a maximum attachment size of 10 MB and the other 20 MB. I created a web page, uploaded the file and provided a download link on the web page. Then I sent an email to the gentleman asking him if he could download the file from the web page. I just might have to make my way back to the library tomorrow to get this sorted.
Ordering new cheques from the bank branch is also on my to-do list today. The ones I have are more than seven years old, and bear our previous address. For the past three years I have been using the old cheques by crossing out our previous address and writing the new by hand. It has worked very well, but it is time to get some cheques bearing our current address.
Dinner smells good as I watch Attila moving around in the kitchen, preparing roast potato wedges, sausages with apples, and fresh broccoli. This brings another almost perfect summer day to an end, and welcomes in a pleasant evening of good food, conversation and our daily installment of Coronation Street.
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"The ordinary acts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest."
Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
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