If wishes were horses�
6:13 p.m.
I finally vinegared away the deposits from around the sink in the main-floor bathroom. I have to do a proper cleaning of the house before Wednesday, as that�s when Hubby�s new guitar is being delivered, by the luthier himself no less, and I have reason to believe he�ll be staying over. On Thursday we drive to points east for Hubby�s cousin�s wedding. I�d like to come home to a comparatively clean house.
When I worked as a legal secretary during the holidays while I was at university, I made friends with the bookkeeper at my law firm. She moved on, but we stayed very good friends. She came to my wedding, and several years later I went to hers (I sang at it, in fact). She lives in New Brunswick, not too far out of our way, and I�ve emailed her so that we might visit either on our way there or home again. But I have not heard back from her. Sigh.
I wish it would stop raining. I wish I were not such a procrastinator. I wish lots of things. Some of them come true, most don�t.
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