Wedded Bliss
It’s taken Dennis and I a few years . . . twenty plus, to figure out our biggest challenge. Our browsers have different processors. When I verbalize to Dennis, it goes through to him via a processor that I upgraded for myself a long time ago. It ain’t gonna change. It’s totally up to me to allow him to take in what I have talked about. Yup. It can take some time. It make take a second time around. Bless his heart. It sure is a good thing that we have finally arrived at this conclusion and know that there is no solution other than patience on both our parts. Whew!
Yesterday with the threat of rain today, Dennis got the nod from Charlie that his Cub Cadet was ready for pickup. I took Dennis down the highway a good eight miles to the north so he could drive the Cadet back into town. Dennis thought it would take him a good hour. Right on schedule he arrived safely on Stauffer Avenue. It’s a good feeling to know that Charlie did a barter with Dennis. No cash changed hands and both fellows are happy. Now the thorough cleanup can begin as the mower is off of the tractor and all those hidden greasy areas can be reached. When it suits Dennis and his nephew, Brett, Dennis will be taking it down to Brett’s shop for use of the power washer.
Dennis does want to give the Cadet a paint job. We both realize that we need to take it out to Dennis’ son-in-law, Tom, who worked in the body shop here in town. Tom is on disability with lots of time on his hands. Whenever I had window switches and motors to replace in the car, he was here before I finished the text.
It’s Memorial Day weekend and we will be at home leaving the highways to the adventuresome. Safe and sound, sounds good to us.