The Thunder Rolls
What a huge amount of thunder we had this afternoon. I have not checked the rain gauge but it may have dropped a fair amount in between the claps of thunder.
Do you know what it’s like to not be able to stay away from your favorite snack? You turn away from it and soon, you are right back. Believe it or not that is where I am at with this dang potting shed of ours. I think I am done with what needs to be done and before I know it, I am right back out there. I have another free pile going next to Stauffer Avenue.
Our bathroom has been remodeled for quite some time and yet, there is the old hollow door. Just because we chose to use it as a table to collect stuff on doesn’t mean it has been grandfathered in. I had made my way to some planks that had been saved since . . . forever. I decided two planks could work as a makeshift table and not take up near as much room. Out to the free pile the door went. It was a good thing that yesterday was the day that our recycling was picked up as I enjoyed the sound of the plunk when a few items hit rock bottom of the container.
I am so close to actually finishing this task once and for all. I know myself well enough that no matter how much I would like to begin a sewing stretch in the sewing studio, these last little details will eat at me. Dennis may not be a self-starter . . . I don’t know when to quit. I will quit when the job is done. My dad, Raymond, had a great saying. “You don’t have time to do it right, but you always have time to do it over.” That is how this cleaning of the potting shed is going. It needs to be done completely. No do-overs.
I have taken the time to make a pulled pork with roasted corn pasta oven dish for supper. We had been given a huge fresh pork roast a while back and that allowed me to make up several bags of the pulled pork for the freezer for just this sort of day.
I did have to run several books up to the library that had a due date of today on them. I got to the library and the sign said I had to call and make an appointment. Holding two slippery books, my wallet with my library card in it and my telephone was almost more than the hands would do. I called in and asked if I could come in and they came and unlocked the doors. I then had to sign in. Sneaky. If someone would test positive and it was noted it had happened at the library, they would know just who could be contacted and put under two week lockdown. When asked if I was returning books, I thought that was obvious by what I had in my hands. I was told that I would have to take them back outside and use the exterior overnight slot as that way the books would stay in that bin at least 24 hours and not risk any infectious germs that I may have brought. It was a good thing my face mask can slide up halfway over my eyes so the rolling of my eyes wasn’t quite as noticeable. Good grief!
I now look out and the skies are clearing. I am really looking forward to nice comfortable weather next week. Life is good. Life is precious. I like my life and am not about to do anything to become a problem to anyone. Sweet!