Great Life
If I ever doubt that I have a great life . . . all I need to do is to be still. I can hear Esther Schafer’s husky voice lament “It’s a great life, if you don’t weaken.” And Esther was right.
It’s a Monday and the birds are in their glory in the huge evergreen right outside my bedroom porch. The only thing silencing them for a bit is the noise that Home Town creates picking up our recycling early on this day.
Dennis had the crockpot waiting on the kitchen counter for me. I had the Boston Butt Roast in said pot before my first cup of coffee. Now at three in the afternoon we are assured by the aroma in the home that supper will be tasty.
Some time was needed on Dennis’ laptop. He uses with no awareness of the pop-up messages in the lower left-hand corner. His McFee coverage expired yesterday and they were not going to let me forget it. His laptop brings hours of entertainment to him. It keeps the eye to brain to hand motion going for him. A lot better than napping the day away. It keeps him at a good routine for calling it a day.
Several more days such as this, the only snow remaining is what had been piled, pushed or driven over to create an ice pack.
We have been limping along with horrible chairs at the dining room table. Hey, we only need two good ones. Dennis sits on a $99.99 office chair that slides anyone off and that is with strong butt cheeks being used. My Office Max chair no longer has the hydraulic cylinder working and I feel two inches more and my chin would be resting on the table top. Company is always gracious when we meet around the table given what is offered for their chairs. Tomorrow we are making a trip to the big town. I have been online, saw some photos, called the store visiting with a fellow named Chris and now we will take a look-see.
I trust everyone will have an Esther Schafer day.
With that I will take my leave. ♥