Saturday the 18th
Hello Peeps. The sun is welcoming.
Yes, I have been busy with my Murphy Wood Wipes. Right now the aroma of them is filling the living room. All right, I admit I am going a bit beyond as Carrie and her family will be joining us for Thanksgiving. I am not saying there is a white glove test, but . . .
In many days past when I was a youngster and put in charge of Saturday dusting, mom dug out a Watkin’s product. It was an oil-based liquid and pink in a clear glass bottle. It, too, had a wonderfully clean scent. A bit of that on the dust rag and I was good to go. Even on the wool dust mop a few drops would do the linoleum. We did not have any carpeting in the Boon Lake Township farm house during the years I was at home.
As it is, we do not have any carpeting in our home here on Stauffer Avenue. We have one small rug in the bathroom in front of the toilet and a second small one in the back entry of our home. Forced air furnaces make enough dust without having a lot of fabric embellishments to collect it.
Two of our neighbors have Christmas decorations on their homes. This is the perfect weather to do it in. I enjoy them, more so than us putting some out.
Our tree dump is still open and the trailers with tarps over their leaves has been making use of it. Our front yard has been blown clean. Our Northern Red Oak in the backyard is holding tight to its huge leaves. I bought that tree when it was four feet tall when the then-Pamida store would have spring offerings in a parking lot hoop. I believe it is well over forty feet tall. Dennis used the leaf blower getting the leaves away from the sliding patio doors to the east.
This is the extent of what I have to dribble out and put together for a posting. There are those days when the wordsmith sloughs off.
With that I take my leave. ♥