I hate to say it. But over Labor Day weekend, we labored. The electric sander and I were joined at the hip like a baby with his blanket. When I’d close my eyes at night, I’d still envision the sander right there with me.
Of course it wasn’t. It was patiently waiting on the work table for my return. And return I did, over and over until this next step of the hangar remodeling was complete.
Fall is creeping in here. The mornings are chilly. The sky is smokey. And bit by bit, morning frost is threatening to make its way into the valley.
Just as we start to settle into the rhythm, we get days like yesterday when it was over 90 degrees. “I’m not ready to leave you,” summer says.
“Oh good,” Martin and I sigh. We hang up our tool belts. We put on our shorts, and we go into the mountains.
Martin and I have been logging some flight time. These are some of my favorite discoveries this summer.
Interesting finds:
Sending cool summer evening love to all of you.
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