After class, I went to JAWS to see if they could do something about my trunk latch. Tasha took a look, showed me where the trigger button was to open it, and told me that I would have to order a whole new latch to fix it. At first, I said, “Don’t bother.” Then I said, “Check the price.” Afterward, it occurred to me that I may hold the piece in with duct tape. I had tape covering the latch since I moved here because some part of the material melts in the heat here in Hawaii, which blackens my hands.
Then to Target to buy apples and prewash spray. I had a huge pile of laundry to do—none of it personal. I am washing, ironing, and sorting out our accumulated linens deciding what to get rid of.
My next stop was at the granite shop to talk about selecting a brown granite for the monument for Mike’s grave. I got lost going there. I drove into three driveways before I got the right one, although Don’s instructions were perfect, and I had been there before. Levi remembered me and had a few samples already picked out. I was impressed. I had forgotten to get back to him to make my choice. He said he doesn’t have that many people who ask for gravestones. He remembers us.
Home Depot was right across the street. I went there to return the medium-sized storage bags. I can’t wait until the small ones arrive from Amazon, and I can put my sheets away in an organized way. My linen closet looks like an artistic masterpiece.
I spent the rest of the day washing and ironing all the linens I have found. Some would need to be soaked in a Clorox mix; nothing else seems to get those old stains out. As I completed ironing an item, I hung it over the sofa and the bar stools. See, my house looks like a dry goods store again until I get it all sorted out and find the ideal place to put everything.
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