I will admit I sought out a warmer sweater this morning. Dennis reached for a heavier shirt over his t-shirt and we took the day for all it offered . . . rain. It’s not all bad to have a few cool days once in a while. It allows those who are procrastinators to get a hint that soon the coolness will turn into cold and they will be up a creek on the preparations that Minnesota winters demand.
I am not in a position to demand anything. I take each day as it comes. It is my process of accepting the days as they come and not expecting. Never does a day go by that I don’t find plenty to tackle and am very appreciative that I can accomplish it . . . at my own pace. There are various passions that I move from day to day. It may be dirt. It may be fuzz and thread. In many respects, Dennis is not so fortunate. He chose to have no day-to-day hobbies.
Dennis tried model railroads, remote airplanes and large puzzles. Nothing has stuck. God bless the Rural Farm television channel. He can always pick up a good tractor auction to take up several hours. It is a good thing that he keeps his little red pickup gassed up and road ready. Dennis seeks out people whom he knows here in his hometown. Dennis doesn’t know what a stranger is. He can find something to visit about with anyone to rehash history of his 81 years. This week there is one less of his era for such visiting. The fellow from whom Dennis bought the 1968 Cub Cadet Lo Boy from just several months ago passed away over the weekend. A funeral to attend is on Friday.
Each day is a good day. Each day I am determined to have something to show for it at the end of the day. That I learned from Grandma Laura. She lived her last ten years bound to a wheelchair. I can tell you that may have slowed her up a bit and the doorways in her mobile home were pretty beat up . . . but by the end of the day she had achieved the tasks of having something to show. Dad was also like that. I have their genes and plan on making them proud.