Turns out, the problem with the garage door was that the batteries that power the electric eyes (learned today that that's what you call the sensors at the bottom) were out of juice. So after all the work Steve did straightening out the rails (which he said they needed done anyway), it took a couple of minutes just now for him to fix the main problem.
It feels weird not to have any tradesmen or contractors scheduled to come to the house now - but I'm sure, given that this house is over 80 years old, and was still a work in progress when Jerry died, there'll be more to do eventually.
Leaves were coming down yesterday in torrents - seems to have tapered off today, but the walkways are covered in them. I'm working on convincing myself to get out there with a broom and sweep the walks off, at least. Tomorrow? I'll no doubt have to have someone come clean out the newly installed gutters after the last of the leaves have come down, too.
77° out, according to the Dashboard on the Mac. Strange October.
The rituals of autumn--raking leaves, acorns and such--showing time passing without the spouse who used also do this. Raking alone, but bringing back good memories of doing this together can be oddly comforting. Thank heavens for good memories!
ReplyDeleteAlso satisfying has been the support found in spousal bereavement groups from survivors who share the experience. Plus laughter--who knew?--lots and lots of laughter at times! A real balm. Seeing and hearing what others do can be helpful. New friends who understand are wonderful. Not expected, but wonderful, and help with the seasons.