Chilly

Alright . . . I caved . . . it was chillier in the house this morning than it was in Dennis’ patio porch.  When the sun shines bright the slider doors capture a lot of warmth to carry over into the next morning for the porch.  I set the thermostat at 65 degrees in the house and welcomed the warmth of our furnace.  My fingers don’t work well when they were that chilly.  I am sure that there will be days that will be warmer outside than they were this morning.

This, the eleventh day of October, was our spa date with Maria for haircuts and pedicures.  Dennis had been with his family a month ago and missed out.  About two weeks ago he had asked for me to dig out our clipper.  He couldn’t stand the hair in his neck catching on collars.  He got a clip job but I didn’t do any more than needed as my right hand had forgotten how heavy the clipper was.  I could just see a path on the back of his head looking like a lightning bolt.

We both left Maria’s salon feeling very primped up.  Looking at the card she filled out for our next appointment, November seems like a long way off . . . not so much.

From Maria’s we went to Super Fair grocery.  Our freezer compartment and the refrigerator looked quite bare.  All in all, it is quite sweet that we have the store that carries everything needed plus perhaps a few extras.  The few extras can be and are a treat.  Dennis requested the pumpkin candies.  Why not! 

I am making progress on the bare bathroom window.  I contrived a curtain rod that will work for the bottom sash window to be covered.  At first I thought of doing the curtain this afternoon, but after a full morning that went on into the afternoon . . . tomorrow will be soon enough.

The street past our home brings in traffic from the east and south heading to the elevator.  One semi truck after another bringing in the harvest.  Cars and pickups take their chances.  I think all active farmers have their own semis, or two.  Hats off to the farmer from just south of town that brings his harvest in every year with a Farmall tractor and flair boxes.  Actually, it is his wife behind the steering wheel, while hubby is running the combine.

We have been spiffed up and we have food in the house . . . life is pretty darn sweet.

With that I will take my leave.  ♥