The Best Spot
We all need a good night’s sleep. For me that has been quite easy of late. I keep busy during the day and can’t wait to go to bed at nine.
I know that Dennis has been fighting a sinus issue for quite some time . . . more like several years. Even if his malfunctioning CPAP machine would be in good working order, he would still be up during the night feeling plugged up and not breathing well. We are waiting to hear that a new CPAP machine is in stock . . . strike one. We are waiting for an appointment with an ear, nose and throat doctor in Mankato . . . strike two. Dennis refuses to give up the smoking . . . strike three. I can’t imagine what those poor nostrils of his takes in with each puff. I was the one that pushed for the ear, nose and throat appointment. I am weary of hearing about the issue . . . literally. Let’s just get to the nitty gritty of it.
I must say Dennis takes on each day full bore. No weeds grow under Dennis’ feet. When I think he has run out of projects he finds more to do. We have been caretakers of brother Michael’s moose for some time. The moose was gifted to us. The moose was the product of a rescued high line post on the family farm. Michael enjoyed working with wood. As recent as last week, Dennis put out the request of two cans of clear poly spray. We have treated the moose over a period of years with Thompson’s water repellant. The treatment does not last. Dennis decided to try the poly on a small portion of the moose to see if it would dry . . . and it did.
Yesterday while I was at the Dollar General, I picked up some fall colored items to put into the moose. This morning when I got up and looked out the bathroom window . . . Michael’s moose had made his debut on the patio. He looks wonderful. We have always taken the moose in every winter so I am sure this spa treatment will last for some time. Dennis seems to be finding the best spots for his finished products.
I put in time each morning in the gardens. What doesn’t get done by noon, will wait until another day. The best remedy for those aching butt cheeks of yesterday, was to go out and bend over some more. Work them and not let them stay tight.
So . . . the moral to this story is: we may not always feel like we are on the top of the world, but we pick ourselves up and stay busy. Sweet.