The weather has moved along from the heat and humidity of this past week, and we find ourselves experiencing a perfect day, weather wise. The overnight low was 9C, which is perfect for sleeping from where I stand. Attila finds this a bit cool for comfort, but it suits me to a tee.
We are getting ready to move some of our belongings to the little house in the city. I have been packing seldom used items, like books, and archived genealogical documents. This will make a possible move seem more viable, if and when that time comes.
Attila has been ill since Tuesday. He didn’t mention it to me until Thursday night, as his condition was beginning to worsen. It was some form of the flu. His fever broke in the early hours this morning. He is feeling much better today. I always know that if Attila admits to not feeling well, he is really suffering. This was his second bout of flu this summer. I think it is the stress of living in a house that is for sale, always having to keep it ready to show, and not knowing if or when it might sell, or if and when we might be moving. This, combined with slogging it through the heat wave in the hot sun, was just a little bit too much.
So, I decided this morning that if someone wants to see the house this weekend, they will have to take it as it is. I spent the morning cooking up a storm, preparing some of Attila’s favourite foods, which “stink” up the house with strong cooking smells. I have prepared a zucchini and tomato dish, with the last of the tomatoes from our garden, and the largest zucchini from the garden. The last of the dried red and green peppers, and mushrooms, are simmering in a spaghetti sauce.
We will be undertaking no new projects around the house for the next week; it is time for break. It is time to sit in the screened in porch in the evenings, savouring the last of the summer breezes, sipping beverages, chatting about nothing in particular.
Now that I have a plan, it would not surprise me if the universe throws something at us this weekend that we need to deal with immediately. The best laid plans… as they say.
Date: 11:00 AM EDT Saturday 22 August 2015
Pressure: 102.3 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Wind: SE 4 km/h
“Cherish your own emotions and never undervalue them.”
1865 – 1929