What a Day!
Other than the traffic past my porch being ten-fold of what it usually is, I hope all that took part in our city-wide garage sales, being a buyer or a seller, that it went well.
My day held for me the usual local effort of laundry and Swiffering. When lawns are mowed, grass clippings can find their way indoors regardless how often the leaf blower is used on the doorways and the clothing of the operator. It beats melting snow or mud.
Dennis has had a mindset that beats all. If he has a plan . . . beware. Yes, like a dog that you can’t tell if he will bite or if he wants his head petted . . . beware.
By twelve noon when he came in for noon lunch, he was a settled man. No rushing. No angst. Dennis had spent the morning with his grandson Ryan. They had obviously worked well together and the results? Mission completion. At 87, Dennis still has enough air and wind for his wings to unfurl and get done what he wants done. May I be that fortunate at 87.
I read something online by an “author unknown.” “Never be a prisoner of your past life. It was just a lesson, not a life sentence.” Amazingly on point.
I had another request for potato salad. It is chilling in the refrigerator. Dennis had gotten a cup of coffee from Casey’s while he and Ryan were together. He brought home what was left. I am finishing it as I type. Wow! It is flavorful but strong. We may need to up our game when brewing each morning.
This morning, there was one baby Robin sticking his head out of the nest under our awning. Of course his mouth was wide open. Mama Robin has her job cut out for herself.
What a day!
With that I take my leave. ♥