Sunday the 3rd
Even with the Canadian smoke it was really nice outside.
When AJ was here yesterday he cleaned the eve troughs on all three sides of what is my bedroom porch. Today Snuggles and I got the leaf blower out. The front deck and the sidewalk was covered in what looked like slivers of shale, aka: decades of dust that had settled in for the long haul.
Tom had used his four-string weed-whip to cut down the Russian Sage that choose not to boom this year. Cut down, close to dug up. When someone offers to lend a hand, you allow them to do what they feel the task is. Both Tom and AJ realized when the large stepladder came out of the potting shed that Stauffer Avenue is quite a bit higher than when the potting shed was built. We had been barely wangling in and out. The fellows totally dug out the doorway. Sweet.
No studio for me today. I had a few inquires on Google for future solutions. If you think it, there will be solutions you never ever dreamed of. The time can really be eaten up when you do a click here and then a click there.
Dennis has spent a quiet day in his recliner catching a nap . . . or sitting in the patio porch catching a nap with Snuggles on his lap. I think if I sat still long enough, a nap might catch up with me. Maybe tomorrow.
Our week is quiet, but that won’t keep the calendar days from flipping by. My oldest uncle, Bill Riebe, had a birthday in August. Whenever I see a field of wheat turning that wonderful gold color I think of Bill. Little seeds that have been planted in the mind, spring forth with just the smallest reminder, visual or auditory.
Nothing huge for our supper fare as we haven’t done anything to work up a real appetite.
With that I will take my leave. ♥