Warm Wind
I dare say the wind is quite brisk. Everywhere the greenery is being whipped about. 25-30 mph hour winds with these temps could dry out any type of soil.
I have been giving the patio kitties fresh water every day. Their water dish sits on a concrete block and I have no doubt it might feel good to splash about a little. Yesterday when the carpenters were working in the garage, there was so sightings of them until I went to check on them before dark. How dare strangers be in their space.
There is talk of a possible thunder shower cropping up during the night. I will need to close the small crack of the windows in the little red pickup that is sitting in the drive before bedtime. As hot as it has been, I didn’t want a window blowing out from the heat. Do vehicles still have that threat in the heat of the day.
I was relieved that the carpenters didn’t return today. Nothing is so important that working in the glaring of the heat reflected off of a white building is needed.
Dennis called yesterday. The Duluth event of the race was in full gear. It’s grandma’s something, something. One of the tunnels going north out of Duluth towards Silver Bay has construction going on. Even in the Silver Bay area the traffic was fierce. He and his son Ken, plan on striking out for home on Monday.
So . . . how have I been doing on my own for this last week? Very well indeed. Dennis’ son-in-law, Tom, mowed the yard and the acre on Friday. I made sure to imbursed Tom for the agreed amount. He let me know that two of the three small gas cans would need to be filled before the next cutting. With this hot dry wind, it may not be in the cards for this next week.
I was satisfied how the sewing went in the studio. I will say, even with the woven iron-on stabilizer, some of those tee-shirts are pathetic. Any respectable out-house would reject them. The perimeter is nailed down but the guts of the twelve inch square is very which way loose. The tees with the rubberized designs need to have my Teflon sheet put over them to be able to work with. Breathe. Note to self: no more Grammie will do it. Dennis has three daughters, four granddaughters and five great-grand daughters and none with an ounce of domestic inclination.
The fellows on the crotch-rockets can pick up so much speed from our four-way stop, they are just a blur. It is surprising how many are running around in this heat.
With that I will take my leave. ♥