Friday
All play and no work . . . just doesn’t work.
Once I had our hefty little vacuum out, there was no stopping us. Being hopeful that the snow and ice have subsided, it was time, that what had been tracked in was cleaned up . . . big time.
How great that we have only 720 sq. ft. on the first floor to gather up all the dust bunnies, threads and fuzz. It was wise to halt the studio for awhile and pay attention to where the rest of our lives are spent.
I had a clinic appointment at 1:45. You could have shot a cannon down the main isle. Only one reception person on board. Maybe this was a Friday that gave everyone the day off . . . except me and the food guru. More on that another time.
Carrie and Megan are driving out this Sunday. Sounds like a good visit is coming. Yes, Grandpa Dennis, I will feed them.
The north winds are becoming second nature to us on the planes of Minnesota. The chilly temps of today begged for jackets to be used.
I promised Dennis supper for this evening for the help he gave me herding the length of the shop vac’s hose. That would be the only bad thing about that little jewel, the long length of a hose beckoning one to trip on it or over it . . . not today my pretty.
With that I will take my leave.♥