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This morning, when I awoke, I discovered that everyone had gone. Attila leaves before daylight to tend his fields. "The Teenager" stayed with a neighbor's children this morning, as the parent's shifts inconveniently failed to overlap. I slept a little later than usual and was left to peacefully slumber as the rest of the family began their day. Sunny, quiet, and peaceful was the day. After a hearty bowl of oatmeal I headed out to the back garden to check the blackberry patch. To my delight, there were quite a few ripe berries waiting for me, a perfect finish to breakfast. The berries ripen at varying intervals and so there should be freshly ripened berries each morning for the next week or so. Feeling fortified by my breakfast feast, I fetched the ladder and washing equipment to finish washing the trailer. I had worked out a system while washing the West side of the trailer; this gave me a distinct advantage while washing the East side. Within an hour the roof of the trailer was sparkling clean. The lichens have left their mark. The paint has been damaged in places. The exterior walls of the trailer are made from aluminum. The curved panels at the front and the back, however, must be made of steel for they have rusted around the rivets and seams. The next project is to sand the rust from around the rivets and paint the exterior of the trailer. It will be a lot of work but worth the effort. This trailer, although over 30 years old, has great sentimental value. I hope to have it fit for the road next summer Attila has arrived home with a yen for tacos. Luckily all I have to do is finish off the dishes and make sure the path to preparation is clear. A long distance telephone call lets us know that Attila's Dad and twelve year old sister will be here for a visit tomorrow morning. Time to clean and therefore time to close for the evening. There are some slight changes to the format in the daily, well the almost daily, entry. Worldly Distractions, on the right, will offer tidbits about my connections with the world and the voices that arrest my attention.
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