A Day
This is a humid nasty day. Anything taken out of the refrigerator needs to have a towel, paper or otherwise, underneath it to soak up the sweat.
No studio lights were turned on today. Nothing needed t be accomplished. As is my usual, I don’t leave anything to the last moment. The cat that has be wrestling around in the bag can now be brought out as I just stated I don’t leave anything to the last moment to thus make a crisis. Tomorrow Megan is coming! Yaa! Megan has ask my help with a sewing project. Yup, you guessed it. It is a stretchy sewing project. All the prep that was possible has been done and now we will find out the rest of the story when she arrives. Needless to say, we are excited to see Megan.
It’s not uncommon that the first floor of our home gets the after-thought when it comes to the tidy, tidy when I have juicer items going on in the studio. This morning with my cup of coffee still half full and me in my bathrobe, I had the vacuum going. I get my best tidy, tidy done in that garb . . . nothing restricting the movement of diligence. I happened to glance up and saw my friend Maria park in our drive. She retrieved a plastic bag from the back seat of her car and was headed for the front door. I didn’t even get the vacuum shut off as I wanted to greet her. In the past, not wanting to disturb us she has left a bag of goodies on the front deck. My pink robe and a very disheveled occupant greeted Maria. Farmer’s Market had just been greeted at the front door. Sweet. Green peppers, cucumbers, onions and cherry tomatoes all in her parcel. You’ve heard the adage, “only your hairdresser knows.” Maria was on her way to open her salon and stopped to see us first. Maria was beautiful in a bright red top with not a hair out of place. She got a good first hand look as to how much her skills are needed. We hugged it out and she was on her way.
It is now the afternoon. I went off to the grocery store to make sure we had some of Megan’s favorites on hand for tomorrow. When I got home Dennis already had several cucumbers peeled and sliced and was tackling the onion. Bless his heart. Now . . . why didn’t his eyes tear up in doing the onion? Mine were already watering just by coming into the kitchen.
All that activity and Tom is mowing the yards. Much accomplished on Stauffer Avenue.
With that I will take my leave. ♥