Hello to Friday
I was a little slow leaving the start gate this morning. After several cups of coffee, I was on track. Dennis makes the brew the night before and the coffee pot goes off at six in the morning. Dennis makes nice strong, rich Folger’s coffee.
The main goal was swapping out the linens on the second bed. The twelve noon time line to wrap up that task . . . was met.
A gal from across the street stopped in and gave us a dozen of their farm fresh eggs. Their kids are on the farm and the chickens are putting forth more than they themselves need. She inquired how things were with Dennis and me. I couldn’t do more than tell her we were doing well.
I do believe that some people here in the community have doubts about us, mainly as we are not out and about more than what is needed. Every once in awhile we will go to our local family restaurant. It seems to be the gathering spot for many our ages. A good home cooked meal that perhaps is not that easy for some to prepare. I check out the other patrons and most of them I do recognize. When I take in the ages of the other fellows, I do marvel at my sweet ole cowboy. Dennis has anywhere from fifteen to twenty years on some of them. Dennis can do rings around many of them in his physical activity here on our acre.
I do know from my heart of hearts that Dennis has some issues. One for sure is short term memory. Now . . . you ask him about his time in Korea or his farming days, you had best get into a comfortable chair.
Even as late as the beginning of this week, I made a comment about myself not being able to take things in stride as I would like to. It only took Dennis a breath and he gave me a pep talk. It was in part, a list of all my co-workers that he had met when we traveled to conferences that had either passed or were in health facilities. Those co-workers spanned from Duluth, St. Peter, the metro area, Mankato, etc. I was due that pep talk. If I need help, all I need to do is ask and Dennis is there.
Many, many years ago when Kevin was remodeling our kitchen and bath, I made the comment that Dennis might not step up to the plate . . . and I don’t recall what the example was. Kevin in a matter of fact tone said, “He might not do it right or good enough for you.” I can hear those words as if it was this morning. To this day . . . truer words have not been spoken. My son knows his mom.
Well . . . I can tell you, we do not need to go to the local family restaurant this evening. Dennis has a tuna, pea, Alfredo Sauce pasta ready for the oven. He was manning the kitchen while I worked in the studio on his great grands blanket.
I will not be doing a post tomorrow, Saturday. We are traveling to Brownton to celebrate my aunt Janet’s birthday. There will be six of us cousins to celebrate with her. I know we will be traveling home in the very late afternoon.
