Sneaky Bugs
When Dennis and I were at the acre doing some weed-whipping, I didn’t realize till much later how many bug bites that been bestowed on me. And . . . oh how they could itch. Thank goodness I had a small tube of Cortisone.
Last week when we dropped off items at Sandy’s in Mankato, I could not believe how many Boxelder bugs were on her home and patio. As of this afternoon, I did see nary a one here on Stauffer. Now that is unusual. I had better not brag about that.
This afternoon I had a call from Calvin. He thanked me over and over for the photo album. We had a wonderful conversation over the next ensuing hour. It made me feel good that I had taken the time and effort. How could I not do that for family. In life, we never truly know what, if any, impact we have from what comes naturally . . . at least to me.
After the phone call, I did take the time to see how far Eric, in Saginaw, is from his dad in Cloquet. Taking side routes, it is about thirteen to fifteen minuets. Sweet. I know Eric’s wife has been battling cancer but I did not query that. Calvin’s youngest son, Jason, does over the road hauling out of his base in Georgia. Again, I did not query. Sometime, I will on both counts.
This morning before my first cup of coffee, I had our crock pot going. Inside was a three pound pork butt roast lying on a bed of baby carrots. I used the last of the hefty marinade that I knifed into the meat. The top was covered in thick slices of onions. Now, at mid-day, the aroma is filling the house.
As I would keep an eye on Dennis, I could see through the window that he has been doing the tidy, tidy in the patio porch. Tom decided to mow the properties. With the abundance of rain, it still remains to be needed once a week. That schedule could shift dramatically with September coming tomorrow.
With many emotional feelings fliting in and out on this Sunday, I am doing some stabbing and poking of stitches.
With that I will take my leave. ♥