Where does all the time go? I seem to be making very little progress in packing up stuff. While I am tired at the end of the day, when I look around around, my gaze settles on everything that still waits for my attention.
While time keeps slipping into the future, HeWho seems unconcerned about this thing called packing. I can't really say that it bothers me so much, as I have witnessed his inability to pack things and take advantage of the space. It still annoys me that I am doing all the work while he asks what I am cooking for dinner.
Sometimes I just look at him, other times I answer truthfully, "apparently nothing". He has been going out to find nourishment a lot!
Today the weather is chilly and I packed up the room I always over-winter my plants in. I have tons of smelly paint that was gifted to me by a kamper. I only use it outside because the smell is overwhelming. I carefully stacked one can on top of another and started bring plants in and using the cans as pedestals to hold plants. HeWho must have felt guilty about me hauling all the plants in and started helping. I have plants hanging everywhere. On the front porch, in the trees, where ever I can put some happy colors. Four gigantic ferns adorn the building front as you come in, and they are heavy. They will be moving to North Carolina with me, by the way.
As HeWho took the last of the plants in, telling me they would not "fit" inside, I stayed to grab the ones that just needed to be under shelter and clean up. I came in to grab the broom and the smell hit me. He spilled the paint. On a carpet square. Did he take the carpet square with the offensive smell out? No, he did not. I am a bit high from the fumes. I should probably go find the square and remove it, but this sounds like a good excuse to not cook!!