Oh My Gosh
We have had a Sunday in the mild temperatures and . . . I have nothing to show for local effort. It seemed that the day was on a roll and me . . . not so much. It doesn’t happen often and when it does it really befuddles me.
Dennis was content in the patio porch watching the RFD channel that had rodeos. I almost envied him in regard to being able to veg out for the day. I did wander from one end of the house to another, that took all of 10 seconds. I wandered into the sewing studio and picked around with nothing that jarred me loose . . . maybe tomorrow. I knew the cookie jar was empty . . . maybe tomorrow.
When I think back on Sundays on the home farm in Boon Lake Township, Raymond was good for a nap in the afternoon. It was also time for him to catch up on The Farm Journal. Lena would be at the kitchen table, more times than not, mending Raymond’s socks. The entire time the New Ulm radio station would be playing old time music.
With my situation today . . . this too shall pass. Even to decide not to be active during a day is still a decision. May the week bring more spring time temps as the snow is cowering . . . big time. Unfortunately the price we pay for having calcium chloride spread on Stauffer Avenue twice during the year to control the dust, also allows the spring to turn it into a muck.
So, take care and be good and may the new week bring all that each of you need. No . . . we don’t always get what we want.