2020 is basically a Chinese curse: interesting times.
We've been doing quite well. Iain is one of the blessed ones who can work from home. We're really enjoying our time together, and I am not anxious to have him return to regular workdays. Nor is he.
This spring has been hard for many others. Our neighbour has fallen victim to advanced Alzheimer's. A nephew's wife has been fighting for her life in hospital for months. We are so very blessed to have only minor problems.
One of those problems is car trouble. Both the truck and my dear old Camry ("It's only 21, it's too young to die!") have gone the way of the junkyard. We are, for the time being at least, a one-car family.
The truck seems to have been given a reprieve by some enterprising soul who wants to fix it up - we've seen it at a couple of places in town. It's the perfect vehicle for someone who has the time and ability to work on it - just needs a lot of rust fixes, and the electrical is somewhat dicey. And I hope they don't want to drive it in -30°C weather; it likes to slip into 4WD low and stay there for a time. It's nice to think it will be around for a while, though.
This being a COVID spring, we were unable to have the yard sale we had planned. I've been selling some stuff on Facebook (the only use I make of that platform nowadays), and giving some away there as well. The dining room was packed with junk, and now it's merely sprinkled with junk - a huge improvement!
