The past weekend was hard…hard to breath, that is, if you ventured outdoors. We ran the air purifier around the clock because the smoke never cleared. Here it is Monday, and the sun is obliterated by the smoke. It looks like a winter day. We kept the lamps on until mid-morning.
Church cleanup day was on Saturday, and in years past we would open all the doors, but not this year. Four us worked in the sanctuary for a couple of hours, polishing, dusting, vacuuming. Two of the ladies then went off to the kitchen to see if they could do some cleaning in the pantry there. The room is not set up very well, having been open to the outdoors for a long time and even now there are only thin walls because of venting for the water heaters. Dirt and dust come in and settle on the storage boxes in there. Terry spent another hour vacuuming the pews and I dusted the choir loft, even though no one is using it right now as the choir was shut down due to the pandemic.
After getting home Saturday afternoon, I sat on the couch and read. That’s all, just read. I was tired and knew we would have to be up early on Sunday because we both had tasks at church. Terry is filling in for two people during the next few weeks. The two fellows who operate the sound and visual for the church are both out, one with open heart surgery and the other with hip replacement. We have hired a high school student, who is also a Girl Scout, to run the Sunday worship online service. Not too sure what we will do when she leaves for college on the East Coast.
Again, after church on Sunday, I sat on the couch and read. The air was thick with smoke, and as much as I would have liked to work outdoors, I knew it was too unhealthy to do so. My throat is again raw, but it behaved itself well enough for me to offer the prayer for our congregation during Sunday’s service. I had been concerned that it might have been like last Sunday when I had to make a hasty retreat due to coughing and choking. That would not have been a good look from the pulpit and over the airways!
This is the week our neighborhood is scheduled for the big garbage pickup as we call it. The city allows you to throw out all the stuff that’s too big for your garbage cans. I had been storing two non-working standing fans in our storage unit, just waiting for this event, so I went to get them early this morning. There was an old metal folding chair there, too, which had originally belonged to Terry’s grandmother, so I brought it out. After getting those items home, I cleaned out the patio toy box and put all the items at the curb for this pickup. Didn’t have to wait long for the scavengers to come by and pick it all up, keeping it, for awhile, from the landfill.
Addendum: Terry took our Dyson vacuum to the repair shop today for a new handle and new filters only to return with a replacement for the vacuum’s canister. So, now the old canister will go out there on the curb. Wonder if any scavenger will want it?