Slipping Away
The merry month of May is slipping away from right under my fingers.
With that being said, I can’t think of anything that should have gotten done here on the home front that didn’t. The calendar is free of appointments until August . . . sweet. Both vehicles have gas in them. I may venture to our local grocer’s. Dennis checks out the town every day. Our pantry is not wanting for supplies. With our quiet lifestyle, we are content. Oh . . . it doesn’t hurt that Dennis’s garage porch has two televisions. One for viewing with Samsung Plus and the other for the options from the Godahl tower. My porch allows for me to have a 270 degree view of the neighborhood and street traffic. Stitching and reading round out my options.
The days for Dennis and me are planed one day at a time. I have taken to sleeping until 7:30 each morning. Dennis is up by 6:30. All seems to work out fine.
My mornings are for local effort within our home. Dennis keeps a handle on the patio porch cats and vacuuming said porch. He has also been cleaning in the far garage where the mowers and a few other miscellaneous items are parked. Dennis can’t figure out why some of our age bracket have nothing to do.
With my Pump-N-Go Roundup, I tackled whatever I could hit with one pump-up. Tomorrow is another day. Being the first use, it is heavy to manipulate the sprayer and my cane. I know what needs its leaves dampened with a squirt of Roundup and what is a perennial.
The temp has climbed to 86 with overcast.
With that I take my leave. ♥