Weary
A sure fired clue that I am weary is having to put in a password four times before it flies. Hmm.
It doesn’t happen often but for no good reason, my eyes flew open at 4:30 this morning and there was no going back to sleep. I started a load of laundry and puttered around in the sewing studio. I surly didn’t want to make noise to awaken Dennis.
Several days ago, I had gotten my blood from a pricked finger where I didn’t want it. Out came the vinegar. Mom’s recipe worked great with a touch of cold water as a chaser.
By nine, I had gotten quite a bit done in time to greet Dennis as he had slept in.
Could this mowing possibly be the last one this fall? Surprisingly, the grass wanted to clump when Dennis was out in the far portion of the acre. I had my faithful bagger on for the front yard. Both Dennis and I got filthy by mowing. The strong north wind managed to stir up a lot of dust when mowing around trees and shrubs where dry leaves had found a hiding spot from the last storm.
Rotisserie chicken does have a great flavor from the slow roasting. When we purchase one in the grocery store we may get one meal initially. The rest I bone out, dice out and freeze. Today was a great day to take that frozen treat and get some pasta boiled. We are having a chicken pasta hotdish for supper. Philadelphia cream cheese stirred into and right after the pasta has boiled and is still steaming and drained. It coats each piece of pasta for deliciousness. I added a steamer bag of mixed vegetables and Alfredo sauce . . . finishes the dish.
Our supper is on point and creamed cucumbers with lots of onion slices will add some crunch.
These two ole timers will be dining in fine style. You can bet your bippy my feet will be up after supper. But then, dang, it’s great patio sitting in the evening fanning the weariness. Time will tell.