What Day is It?
Dennis finally broke it to me that I have been ahead of myself in what day of the week it actually was. Hmm. It was humbling. Nothing serious had happened. I hadn’t messed up any appointments . . . as I have none. Being a hermit is quite idyllic.
I will admit that the warm weather has tuckered us out a bit earlier in each day as it has gone on. The winds and the heat . . . we get done what is needed and then kick back. Today was the day to get all the limbs and branches loaded from the east portion of the acre. A huge cottonwood on the adjacent northwest lot has a lot of excess to share. The home has renters dwelling within and they don’t look beyond their back door, so it is . . . get it done and get our yard cleaned up from all the strong winds. The tree dump charges $2.00 per time. It was worth it to be able to mow the yard at such time when we get rain. As much as Dennis enjoys mowing, he has not even hinted at it.
We did get the house numbers back up on the garage . . . making us compliant with city ordinances. More important items could be monitored by the guy pulling a pay check from the city as he tools around in a city pickup. I will not even poke at that.
It is 3:15 and our day has been called. Dennis is in his rocking chair in the patio porch and I am mulling over how to put a quick light supper together.
We may get some rain tomorrow and it may bring a wonderful weekend to enjoy.