Three in the Afternoon

It’s three in the afternoon of Thursday and it feels as if a plastic bag has been pulled over our part of the world.  No breeze with heavy clouds and the humidity and dew point are on the rise.  Dang.   This morning was fantastic.

Today we sat on the patio and did some “what ifs.”  The Koi pond needs to have the filters cleaned almost weekly during the summer.  It’s not that it’s hard work, but it is clumsy work.  Getting down on the knees and bending over the pond to get at the filters . . . it always takes my breath away when I watch Dennis tackling that, and believe me, I am there watching.  Most times I have a finger hooked into the back belt loop of his jeans . . . just as a precaution.  Taking everything from the back of the potting shed to the south side of the house for water access . . . yup, clumsy.  We had priced out new equipment as the older items are almost 20 years old.  There are six very old fish left in the pond.  It will be Dennis decision if and when he wants to retire from the aquatic hobby.  The inkling I got was that the Koi would be going into the horse tank when it gets cold and he will see how he feels next spring.  Fair enough.

Today was our first meal in a sit-down restaurant since February.  Perkins welcomed us with plenty of social distance.  I had a list of items and . . . why not get in the car and go!  One of the items we came home with was a LED light bulb, in the daylight mode, for the car garage.  It is equivalent to 4,000 lumens.  Why we kept on being content with the LED 10, that compares to a 60 watt that was putting out 760 lumens . . . what can I say.  It’s even one with the softer glow!   We do now have the Good Off as well a the Goo-Gone to tackle cleaning up some caulking mess.  Those items used one at a time coupled with my wire brush should be able to give some relief.  Oh ya, I forgot . . . lots of elbow grease.  

I have no plans for the coming day.  It will be welcomed and I am sure within a short amount of time, something will speak to me as to what needs to be done.  Living on the edge . . . priceless!