Sunday and No Resting
When the spirit moves one, it may very well be Sunday . . . just no resting.
There were a few odds and ends that needed to be tucked into the potting shed. Once I had had my walk down Stauffer Avenue, I was ready to help. We don’t leave much out in the yard. Nothing is sadder than having something bite the dirt after blowing snow, heavy tree branches falling . . . you never know where. Tidy it up and when the spring of 2023 appears, we can then decide if and where our treasures will be put. The chainsaw Eagle always is put into the potting shed sitting on concrete pavers. We have had a spring flood that did indeed flood the potting shed.
It was warm enough today that we took care of the garden hoses. Letting them get soft and pliable in the sun and then wound on the reel, getting the last of the trapped water out . . . good deed done.
Of course then the reel of hoses needed to be put in the car garage. We never put that in the potting shed. We keep that close and sheltered. Who knows when it would be needed in the dead of winter. What ensued was moving a few items out of the way. The car was backed out of the garage. The final event was the leaf bower attacking everything that needed to leave the garage that would and could be moved with air.
I could not believe it! Dennis was satisfied that we had gotten the tick list of his done. As I mentioned, when the spirit moves us, we get it done with no would have, no could have, no should have.
I felt Dennis needed a break. I toddled into the house. We now have an oven meal ready to pop into the oven for later on.
Monday will soon be upon us and as luck would have it, it is a quiet week for us. On Thursday we do have an appointment with the wound doctor for Dennis’ left foot. I think she is going to be very pleased in the healing that has been taking place. We still do every other day with fresh dressing. It is paying off. The bummer . . . I will miss our stitchers luncheon. The wound care comes first. It has been one year this week that we have been doing all that has been prescribed. We are oh so close, and that does beat being oh so close in a game of horseshoes.
I sure do have a project sitting in my studio. Maybe tomorrow is the day for fuzz and threads to return.