Mud Puddles
With mud puddles abound, I am thankful that Dennis has concrete to get from his patio porch to the house and back. The nice weather did prompt him to go uptown and get his pickup washed.
I had a great forenoon doing what makes me content and happy. The studio . . . what can I say. There are enough resources down there for my life expectancy. Grant it, at one time or another I purchased those resources perhaps not knowing what I would do with them. Now as I look at this or that I am coming up with ideas I never dreamt of before. Sweet.
I don’t walk for the exercise as I had in the past. I feel steady on my feet in the studio and am on my feet sometimes for two hours at a stretch. I found walking outside of my home, the walking cane is a must. If I walked on Stauffer Avenue, I would need both of the walking canes. And then, guess what . . . gripping the canes was not easy on my hands. Those self same hands I need to cherish for more uses in our home and for myself than I can count. Yup, there is always a trade-off.
Dennis rarely comes down to the studio. The steps are steep. His interest in threads and fuzz only gets his attention if it is the flannel sheets on his bed. Just saying.
We got a letter in the mail from the city. Our acre is now in a portfolio created by the city of lots to share with developers, builders and other interested parties. This is great. It beats purchasing “For Sale” signs to promote it. Over the last several years by keeping the acre trimmed and mowed, the good grass has really stooled out. We had Spring Touch treat it once last year for weed control and we will do it again in 2026.
Soup and grilled cheese for supper. The waffles last night were yummy.
With that I will take my leave. ♥