Change of Seasons

I get a burst of energy when September rolls around. The heat and humidity in August flattened me this year. Our couches were sweating.

Labor Day weekend is our swan song on Block Island. My hair looks much better in September, so we had people over for hot dogs and cupcakes to say goodbye to summer and celebrate Tim’s birthday. Rhino gets to walk on the beach without roasting too.

I did no projects this summer because it was so HOT. I finally managed to paint my two screen doors on the first cool day on Block ~ cool being in the high 70’s. They had bothered me all summer, but I couldn’t muster up the energy…

We got these mahogany screen doors in 2002 from a company in Maine that is now out of business. I love them, but am aware that I need to really take care of them because they cannot be replaced ~ and both of them were very DIRTY.

I put two coats of an anti-mold outdoor paint on the doors. to It was the perfect overcast day to paint them and this will protect them all winter.

We are moving to Boston soon. I am operating in a state of denial re: all of the things that need to happen before we go. This will be my fourth move married to my darling husband, so I know what goes into it and am pretending I don’t have to do any of it!

Our dear friends Kate, Susie, Missie and Allyson threw us an amazing going away party in September. It was wonderful and so sweet ~ we will miss all of these lovely friends.

Task Rabbit has gotten a lot of action around here. So has 1-800-Junk. I love throwing stuff out, unlike my pack rat husband. But, this time, the scope seems daunting. We have been in our house for 14 years – the longest we have lived anywhere –  and somehow managed to save everything. Apologies to our neighbors for the huge amounts of trash outside our house every week!

I know everything will all get done, but I prefer to ignore the boxes lining my hallway that need to be assembled & filled.

So, I booked a flight to LA to visit Grace so I don’t have to look at them.

At this point I don’t care if the movers wrap and pack the partially used bar of soap, as long as I don’t have to do it!

HAPPY FALL

the wry home