It’s a Tuesday
It is not going to be a Taco Tuesday here on Stauffer Avenue.
While I was at the clinic for the Echo-Transthoracic test and the Echo-Cardiogram, Dennis took out chicken titties. That settles that. Gotta love a fellow that knows his own mind.
I will not know much from this morning’s results until my cardiologist in Mankato looks them over. It was reassuring to see my heart keep its rhythmic beat during the hour-long test, even when I needed to hold my breath for a period of time.
Dennis’ eye checkup went well and there was no need for any lens correction. Sweet. Check that off his list for six months.
Dennis decided to fill all the lawnmower containers with gas this afternoon. That tells me, he has his tomorrow planned out.
After we had a noon lunch together, I opened the quart paint can. The east wall of my bedroom porch was emptied of the contents on the shelves as well as Dennis taking the shelves down. After cutting in the area above the base woodwork, I stood up slowly and took a break with a cup of breakfast coffee. I am now off the painting clock as I promised Dennis I would only paint what I could reach while standing on the floor . . . and that is where I am at. We will need to put our heads together for any and all area higher. I would like to paint the area above the five windows and two doorways to complete that area in total, as the remainder of my bedroom porch requires the bed to be moved away from the north wall and over to the painted south wall.
Its time to clean my paintbrush for the next time.