Nails and Screws
The first two days I spent a lot of time looking through an array of paper bags filled with nails or screws scattered around the house.
While Glen made a run to the local auto parts store to see if he could repair my rear view mirror that had fallen off while on my trip north, I gathered all of those fastening devices, placed them in left-over clear plastic boxes previously holding mixed nuts and organized them.
Now all the nails are on one side; the screws on the other and a bunch of things that seemed to be oddball things were in a box on the floor.
Now all we had to search for were the pencils, Sharpies, measuring tapes, hammers, screwdrivers and tin snips.
My other project was to vacuum the windows and doors of flies—dozens of them, hundreds, hordes—soon to come–the Asian ladybug look-a likes appearing with the harvesting of the soybeans.
And I know everyone wanted to see yet another photo of the library from the stairs.
Sylvia Weir Art 