Job Jars
I love it when I can knock off a job jar or even better . . . two.
With all the rains, there was a small spot where the sidewalk meets the west patio right off of the garage’s service door. That spot was now sporting thistles, nettle grasses and everything in between.
I put on my gloves and with Dennis at my elbow, the less than good greens were tackled. Surprising, a lot of it pulled up by the root. My favorite hoe is one used by farm workers that work sugar beet fields. The head is triangular with a long handle. The closer my hands are to the end of the handle my trajectory will angle the head to slice right underneath the dirt and get at the roots. Oh yes, it was wet dirt. After the pile of greenery dries, it will get hefted into the garbage for next Tuesday. There were some plants that were still showing some green and Dennis followed behind with the brush killer.
As humid warm . . . hot that it felt outside, I was thrilled to go into the studio and work with Maria’s shop aprons.
Everything that could go wrong was dealt with yesterday. When Maria bought the shop on our Main Street during the covid, there was also a shop in Windom that had closed. Maria’s husband is very handy. The shop in Windom was called Lilly’s and done in shades of pink. Those in Windom were thrilled. Even if it meant Lilly’s would only be open three days, Monday, Wednesday and Friday she had eager customers.
Maria loves butterflies.
Our Main Street shop was closed by the gal looking to retire, so this shop needed some spit and polish. This shop is open Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.
Maria is a hard working gal that keeps her LPN license up as well as all the licensing needed for the acrylic nails. Maria is young enough to me my daughter. Her youngest child graduates in 2026. Her two sons have gone on to trade schools for full time jobs. Where they find time to purchase fixer-uppers is beyond Dennis and me . . . but they do.
I don’t think there is much that has come easily, including moving her parents, and they are legal, from Texas to live next door to them in one of the homes they have fixed up. How could I not do something for Maria that she never would have asked for. The pink shop apron will be worn in Windom. Her black shop aprons are donned here in the Main Street shop. Doing something for someone . . . sweet.
I didn’t count the shop aprons as a job. I still need to do the second job and that is putting fresh bedding on . . . straight from the laundry.