Off and On
With the snow being an off and on thing, it’s hard to tell where this storm is at. The wet sticky snow has slowed the traffic down. Dennis’ grandson stopped by with the skidloader and took out some snow. When Ryan tipped the bucket over to empty it, he had to trip it several times to get the snow to fall out.
The first floor needed some mundane tidy work. By noon all had been accomplished. There are days the studio has lost some appeal. A good book in my bedroom porch won my attention. There are options in the refrigerator for supper. It is going to be a night of “everyone is on their own.”
The dressing of Dennis’ left foot is going swiftly compared to January. If we continue following the doctor’s orders . . . that is all we can. Patience can be hard to come by. The Old Adam in all of us wants to be in control.
Esther Schafer, I can hear you as if you were sitting at my table; “If life doesn’t kill you, it will make you stronger.” Her strong deep laugh never let anyone think they had a reason to bellyache. Dennis doesn’t belly ache, he just pushes buttons. Gotta give the fellow credit for trying.