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Wednesday, November 15, 2023

Changing Memories, sort of

Well, well, today I was served up a Facebook “Memory” (at right) that was full of things that have changed. Clearly that’s never happened before, I mean surely! Still, it’s a good opportunity to revist those halcyon days of yesteryear, November 15, 2022. Let’s go!

What I posted on Facebook that day later ended up in a blog post, ”The day ended with less than at its start”, and that post included the photo in the "Memory". That blog post was much more detailed than what I said on Facebook, as is often the case, but because it was shorter than my blog post, I’ll quote from what I wrote first, my Facebook post.

I said, “I bought a cultivator (that claw-like thing I’m holding) and a new hammer,” and I was actually holding both in the photo, which I used first on Facebook, then at the bottom of my blog post. I went on:
I hope the cultivator will help me removing weeds from the bank (when the weather permits…). I misplaced my hammer, and I know from experience that the best way to find a misplaced tool is to buy another one. Actually, we noticed some years ago the old hammer’s head was getting loose, and we needed a new one. Never got around to it. Today was as good a time as any.
It turned out that the claw thing has been very useful, though the weeds on the bank completely grew back (and then some…) after all the relentless rainy weather last “summer”. And we’re in the midst of more rainy weather right now—for awhile, anyway: A drought this summer is still possible/probable. Also, within days of the Facebook post a year ago today, I did find my old hammer. It was, not surprisingly, in plain sight all along. I now have two. And, I no longer sing, “if I had a hammer,” unless the next line was something about in addition to the other two…

Next up, I talked about my project to add storage to my laundry area:
I also got some storage containers for the shelves in my laundry area (and filled two of them so far)—but that project has actually stalled, because once I was done hanging the shelves, I didn’t like the result. I’m working on some changes, so The Reveal will be further delayed. This was supposed to be a simple little project, LOL.
A short time after that post, I finished the laundry project and shared the results on Facebook and in a blog post, and, again, the blog post was much more detailed. However, two of the containers I mentioned a year ago are still empty (!), and a couple others could easily be empty, too—but, why waste my time/energy sorting them out when I don’t need them, right? Actually, right now I’m in the midst of plotting changes to that area, and I may repurpose the containers elsewere—and whatever happens, it’ll end up here (and probably Facebook…).

I made that Facebook post after Leo and I got home, because I was doing some shopping while he was being groomed. I said about that:
Still, Leo looks good and he sometimes just stares at me—because he can actually see me now that his fur is trimmed away from his eyes. This evening, I let him outside after his dinner, and I watched him through a small window in the lounge, with the blinds tilted open. He raised his head and froze, looking directly at me from around 10 metres away, then came running back to the house and came back in through the door. That’s never happened before. The lighting must’ve been just right.
This year, Leo isn’t shorn, but over the past several months I’ve been slowly working on grooming him, mainly getting him used to it, and also taking my time to learn how to do it properly. However, I never let his fur get long over his eyes, so that staring at me in wonder thing doesn’t happen. Instead, he just stares at me until I give him treats or let him outside. I think it’s mind control. He may have forgiven me last year, but this year I’m trying to avoid the need for forgiveness.

None of these updates are important, obviously. I just think it’s kind of funny the changes that have happened since then, especially that I really did find my original hammer as soon as bought a new one. Mostly, I suppose, it’s an opportunity to point —especially to myself—that my life really doesn’t stay the same or stand still, not even unimportant things, no matter how it may sometimes seem. It's good to remind myself of that.

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