How can we justify a clean garage when there is a dirty pickup that wants to call the garage home. As we were cleaning out the interior, I made the mistake of brushing past the release of the glove compartment. That sucker popped open as if there were a firecracker that had gotten ignited. Time out was called. An enormous about of paper work was taken over to the patio for some sifting and sorting. In the past there had been a mouse that had gotten in the glove compartment of our car. Though there was only tissues in the compartment originally, upon opening the compartment a cloud of fluff welcomed us.
As we sorted through all the paper from the pickup glove compartment, I kept an eye out for a mouse that may have been smothered for lack of any room to chew. Dennis, “Who would have just have had a baby with the photographer from Duluth?” Hello Dennis. It’s Ava’s baby picture from Silver Bay and she is now 10 years old. Yes, this clean out was needed.
Once the inside was tidied, we splurged on new floor mats. The old ones were so curled, I was worried about one of us catching a foot on it and landing spread Eagle on a parking lot. Why such a simple task and purchase had been overlooked was mind boggling. Dennis teased me and commented that we probably had an emotional attachment to them. That guy cracks me up sometimes. Yes, a good hand washing was in order, but . . . a drive through the automatic wash at Casey’s would have to do for now and we called it an abbreviated road date.
It got so hot so fast this afternoon with a fair amount of humidity. About five the skies became black, thunder boomers had all the cats heading for the garage rafters and then . . . nothing. The temperature dropped from 80 degrees to 68 degrees. I am sure there was bad weather not far from us. We were fortunate and settled in for a quiet night.