No Dust Bunnies Left
This early morning Sandy and her other half brought Tom’s convertible to our back garage for storage during the winter months. When all was wrapping up, the fellows brought all the batteries with for storage in the car garage where they won’t freeze.
Great grands Lux and Charlie B brought McDonald’s in to enjoy for their breakfast. Oh my Gosh!
This is just me, an old person spouting thoughts . . . when parents separate and then each finds a special friend that includes more children, there are a lot of adult supervision parental voices with shared custody. Sadie, the mother, is in the Minnesota National Guards. Sadie’s mother, Dennis’ daughter Sandy, has the two girls often during weekend drills . . . another adult supervision voice.
Too many adult voices. I am sure Lux and Charlie B’s minds don’t know what the perimeters are for behavior in any given setting. The dust bunnies didn’t stand a chance.
Stauffer Avenue made it through the forenoon in good stead.
After lunch Dennis went out to the patio porch. The last time I looked, Dennis was napping and Snuggles was asleep on Dennis’ chest. Oh yes, the girls had put a fright in the kitties and they had headed for the rafters. Smart kitties. Dennis was due a nap.
I took a cup of cold coffee and decided to spend the quieter part of the day in the studio. Not much stitching, just a fair amount of pressing. I know that the next step is cutting additional 3″ strips of pink. I am without KNUJ as Saturdays are sports events day. As I work with the pink fabric that I had ordered online, I think of the song “Tiny Bubbles” sung by Don Ho. Now that was a time ago. My memory is steeped with so much. Windows 11 has nothing on it.
The winter came with a punch but next week looks a bit kinder. Stay warm and keep the spirits bright.