As I sit and wait for the TSP solution and poly-fill to dry in the bathroom prior to painting, I consider some of the things I am letting go of lately. Over the weekend, we packed up most of the rest of the house, leaving just what is necessary. I am rather enjoying it, really.
Today I declared victory over my old charcoal suit. Nine years of heavy service, forty pounds of weight loss and a handful of alterations left it shiny, ragged, out at the heels, missing belt loops and frayed at the seams, draping over me in a most unfashionable way. I took a good look at myself in it, and realized that if I donated it to charity, charity would throw it away. So I threw it away.
Holding up better is Kim the Hyundai. Since I last wrote about her, the only problem she has given me was an accessory drive belt that failed spectacularly. I heard a strange noise under the hood, so I got up and opened the hood, and as I did so, a piece of the belt flew past my ear. No biggie. Today, Kim rolled over to 225,000 km. I think she has some road left to roll over.
So too are we trying ever so hard to let go of the spruce grove duplex so that we can take on a new hurdle in Edmonton. Our hope is to be out before the snow flies. Keep your fingers crossed for us.