A Great Day
Another gift of a day with sun and temps in the mid-forties. A great work out at the Super 8 pool and of course – the plan of action for the day was decided. The huge grain elevator just several blocks away is finally caught up with the bulk of corn that needed to be dried. With the drying comes drifts of the pink chafe that blows in the wind and just so happens to stick to the house, the windows and the screens. The street that runs by our home is the thoroughfare for the semis hauling the grain and multiple 18 wheelers over an eight week period of time can raise dust even on the hardest of streets. I hated to see Dennis washing off the house on his own but I also knew if I started bugging him I might just get a dose of cold water so I was prompted to get out a step ladder and clean the eave troughs on both the garage and garage porch.
Finally the winds have cleaned the trees of the leaves and by all accounts most of them are in the troughs to cause a lot of problems when the early spring rains arrive. For two older ones we never seem to run out of things to do on Stauffer Avenue. Could it have anything to do with the fact that when we were quite young the work ethics were deeply ingrained in each of us? Would I want it any differently? Absolutely not. For me the satisfaction of a good-effort day is priceless. Gotta run – the satisfaction is turning into relaxation and I can hear the mummer of my recliner calling me. Catch ya later.