A Long Sigh
So . . . what has brought me to having a long sigh? Dennis has just left Stauffer Avenue heading to Northrup for a trade show. Today is setup day for the full bore show on Saturday and Sunday.
With the long sigh I am having some “stillness” time . . . one on one. Dennis has left the property.
There are agendas to be had on Stauffer Avenue. This morning it was being out to the clinic to have some prescriptions renewed for Dennis. When the pill bottle has imprinted on the label, “No Refills, face time is required.” That means that it has been a year since our family doctor has had Dennis sitting in a chair across from him. It’s a good thing, rather than refilling bottles time after time and not keeping track of patients. I am asked, by Dennis, to go with to most of his appointment to make sure he has not missed something that was verbally said. Good move, Dennis.
After the clinic I was dropped at home and Dennis continued onto the grain elevator with a little red pickup full of five gallon pails. Dennis did his homework and buying the pails of corn from his friend at the elevator was less than purchasing the 80lb. bags at the Fleet and Farm Store. Five gallon pails are also easier for the 83-year-ole cowboy to handle.
With the corn tucked into the garage, it was Dennis onto getting his first meal of the day. The cookies that he has in the early morning with his first cup of coffee in the patio porch doesn’t count. Dennis’ noon meal consists of oatmeal, flax meal, with milk and sugar. Oh, how could I forget the even layer of the rich brown organic cinnamon on top of the mixture. Dennis rarely deviates from this. It satisfies him and that’s all that counts until we have supper.
The little red pickup had remained in the driveway and as soon as the oatmeal dish had been rinsed, the gun cases came out . . . guns were loaded into the cases . . . and the cases were in the little red pickup. Dennis has left the property.
I am now sitting in the quiet and stillness of our home enjoying a cup of coffee left over from morning. I have really cut back on coffee and generally have only one cup a day . . . sometime during the day.
As you may have gleaned, Dennis’ agenda drives our day. Lately Dennis has an agenda every day. Do I mind it? No. For him being that enthused about the days . . . is priceless. Sometimes it seems as if an hourglass is hiding somewhere in our home. Perhaps there is . . . and I am not going to seek it out.
My agendas are quite flexible. To have this quiet afternoon to enjoy my “stillness’ is wonderful. So . . . I give a sigh of thankfulness as I enjoy my wonderful life on Stauffer Avenue . . . with my ole cowboy.