Not a Pleasant Day
I am hoping that when the end of August comes, it will take with it the threat of so many hot uncomfortable days.
We were both out this morning before eight. Dennis needed to clean the Koi pond filters and I wanted to position my sprinkler system for the front yard. I could have done a bit more outside, but with no breeze and clothes starting to stick . . . nope.
Yesterday when I was in the front yard getting plenty wet as I figured out the sprinkler, the Media-com fellow was working up on the large post at the end of our drive with their connections. Alex works our town quite consistently with customer problems. He is a very good rep for his company. He commented he was ready for fall. He likes his work and the days in the hot sun . . . not so much. When the work day is over for him, he can go home to wind down and cool off at his own pace. Several of his buddies with families . . . he said those daddies were the ones that were pounced on the minute they got home and there was no wind down for them till dark.
Needs put upon us . . . who doesn’t have them. I didn’t work outside during the time we lived at South Branch until after the town job was done. I do recall coming home at 5:30 during this time of the year and there was more of the day waiting. Garden items needed to be gotten in and handled. Washing items up and either canning it or getting it ready for the chest freezer it needed to get done. Chickens needed to be butchered. It was all taken in stride. Amazingly we take many things in stride and we get through it, knowing there is some bastard out there that has it a whole lot worse. Funny . . . those words could very well have come out of Dad’s mouth.
Stauffer Avenue is having a quiet late afternoon. I am going to fix us some chicken titties, mashed potatoes and veggies for supper. I had made a pot of chili last week, wanting to use up a lb. of pork sausage and a lb. of hamburger. Out of the freezer came two frozen packets of baked beans from the Curry picnic held prior and a packet of Barb-B-Q from the same event. A quart jar of tomato sauce and spices, the soup kettle got quite full. We finished the chili last night and we both agreed that after having it for five consecutive nights we were ready for a change. I flew it past Dennis each afternoon and he was all for us being able to heat up the kettle . . . one more time.
Check in with older people, we are quite entertaining.