Felt Wonderful
My walk this morning felt wonderful. There was a strong breeze from the north with enough cloud cover I didn’t have to walk against the sun. Stauffer Avenue does run east to west. I feel safer on it than I do the cemented 11th Street with all the heavy truck traffic. I tried it once last week and will remain on Stauffer Avenue. There is a four-way stop north of us, less than 300′, but the need for speed . . . I won’t take a chance of falling off my walking crutches if I were to be startled.
The cottonwood trees are letting go of their leaves, making the ground take on a sheen from their unique leaves. As they rustle in the breeze they take on a tune all of their own.
As I walked east I had to give out a “Hello” to the Hispanic fellow working on his garage. He was kind enough to take all the extra bricks that we had accumulated as flower bed borders. Those same bricks are now a part of his exterior to their home.
When I came back from my walk, Dennis was in the kitchen. I was told he would be making an oven dish for supper. Get out of the man’s way! It is best that I give Dennis the space and time he needs. I know if he would need me, I would answer the question that he posed to me and then hands off. Who am I to question this. I will take it any day of the week. Besides . . . he washes the dishes that he used after the round blue speckled enamel roaster is perched on top of the kitchen range ready to pop in the oven at 350 degrees at 4:45. The digital thermometer was also laid out to make sure it would be done when it hit 160 degrees. Sweet!
In between being busy in the studio and taking breaks reading a few chapters in a novel that has really gotten spellbinding . . . I am having a very fine day.
Happy, happy weekend!