Day 131/365 It’s time to go, snow

   

 First snowfall of the season here at the cottage. I was glad to be plowed out, although it ended up being unnecessary: I shoveled out my car, also unnecessary.  As I write, the temperature 50 degrees, but the forecast for tomorrow is 30. Hard to believe that last week I was bundling up for an eleven degree walk on the beach. 

Day 130/365 It’s time to go, wisdom tooth

     My apologies, I wasn’t able to take a picture of the tiny little wisdom tooth that my dentist extracted this morning. Up until today I’ve kept all my wisdom teeth, but this upper right one was loose and effecting it’s neighbor tooth. I hated to let it go, because one of my rules is to keep all my body parts. But if there has to an exception, I guess a wisdom tooth is a good one.

      It was a non-event—a little Novocain and out it popped, the tooth that is, not the wisdom. I’m pretending that I still have that.

Day 129/365 It’s time to go, old sign

        While cleaning out the barn I came across an old sign for the Fisher Travel Service which had advertised my parents' business back in the eighties. After slightly rearranging several of the letters and creating one new one (there was no "N"),  I had " Fisher's Tavern". All that was required was a new paint job, and the sign was done, ready to hang somewhere in the house.

     The barn was a little emptier, but the house was a little fuller, at least for the moment, so in terms of letting things go, this project would be deemed a tie, unless repurposing  something is considered better than keeping it stored away and useless.

    However, I am offering it to my daughter and son-in-law for their pub room, and if they decide to take it, the old/new  sign will definitely have left the premises. If not, it will be fine where it now hangs, in our new pub room.

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Day 128/365 It’s time to go, Cousin Don

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    My cousin Don died earlier this week in California. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer a few days before his eightieth birthday and died five weeks later under hospice care with his children tending to him. A good death, as the saying goes.