Bit on the Warm Side
This morning before Dennis was up for the day, I was on my way to Chuck Spaeth’s in New Ulm. I had noticed within the last month, that when I was heading down Stauffer Avenue the car would hesitate. It would do it several times. I didn’t hesitate when they gave me an early, for me, appointment.
After about an hour or so of watching other customers in the waiting room, I got a one on one. It was a wind-something, or maybe an air-something that had not been secured tightly during the last oil change and the sensor for that component was activated. Believe me, it was over my head. No charge. If I notice this same situation again, I am not to hesitate but give them a call and a new sensor will be ordered and it will be under my warranty. That info is now on my record at their shop. I was relieved that I would not break down somewhere when I traveled. Just because we carry Triple-A does not mean it could be very inconvenient.
About three-thirty yesterday afternoon we got company. Sadie came to make good on our barter agreement: a tee-shirt quilt for yard work. I was in charge of keeping Charlie B, a second grader, and Maverick, a four month old dog, out of the biting bugs. It didn’t take me long to engage Charlie in a computer game that came up on Dennis’ laptop. It was called “Coin Flip.” I was tails and she was heads. She had a paper score card and this was serious.
Dennis told Sadie where all of our garden goodies were in the potting shed and she went to work. Using his walker that he can turn around on and sit, he kept his granddaughter company. Nothing was spared. From the huge Maple to the far west edge, within ten feet of the house, it all came down via a weed-whip, looper, or a clipper. Sadie raked it all off and using our wheelbarrow, it is on the burn ring. When it’s dry, Dennis will burn it. With all the tours she had had in the military, she was fit for it. No breaks until it was done.
After her and grandpa came in the house, Sadie washed up and was ready to see her quilt. She loved the two sided idea of using the tee-shirts. This was a wonderful barter.
When I got home from New Ulm, Dennis had already filled his Harbor Freight pumper up twice with Brush killer. All the open stems of what Sadie took down will let that brush killer go down to the roots quickly.
How do I feel about giving up gardening? I have had the best of it. Even when Orlin and I lived in Riesel, Texas, I had flower gardens. It means more to me now that I can be as independent as I am, than putting stress on this body that has done its share.
With that I will take my leave. ♥