End of a Good Week
This morning at ten we turned ourselves in for pedicures and haircuts. Maria’s shop is on our Main Street. Today Dennis and I got our exercise getting to Maria’s. The city is tearing up the two blocks that still had the brickwork on for the street’s surface. Those two blocks may be closed for some time.
It felt so good to get my hair cut. I requested a fairly short cut. I demonstrated the mobility of each arm. She agreed shorter hair and less of it. That meant she thinned it out good. What helped in the determination was I had showered last night and our water softener must have kicked in the night before. Today my “hair do” was like a bushel basket of white that had had a mix-master go through it. Like I said, it was a good example of what my hair looks like as we get towards our spa day.
Today was city clean-up day. The street past us looked like the gypsies were either moving in or out of town. Amazing how high items can be piled in a pickup or on a car. They used to do curb-side pickup. Those that sifted through what was put out . . . you can imagine the mess. Now everyone takes the items to the Meadow Lark tree dump and city workers sort each vehicle’s items and collect accordingly.
Dennis waited until two this afternoon before he took his implement trailer heaped with branches out to Meadow Lark. Those four girls that we hired to pick up branches last night on our 1.3 acre did a great job. It did mist once or twice but I could not believe Dennis was back home in just a bit over an hour with the trailer heaped and the girls had their stipends. Dennis thanked them and said he would keep them in mind if we ever needed more help.
I had been outside most mornings during this last week being a gardener. After I got home from the spa date, I needed to spend some time in the kitchen on the cooking surfaces and the counters. Ya . . . you know how that can get. Right now it sparkles. Too bad it won’t stay that way, as we do kind of like to eat. I am taking one job away from Dennis. Dennis has been getting the coffee maker ready to go off each morning at six for a long, long time. Hmm. Too many way-word coffee grounds here, there and even . . . everywhere. It will take me longer to fill it to the twelve cup level as it it a bit of a reach. Where am I going!
With that I will take my leave. ♥