Thursday
My oh my. The ole cowboy is in the mowing gear. I assume it is going to be all or nothing for him today. When I got a small bottle of Sprite for him, his clothes are dripping with dandelion fuzz, clipped grass and anything else that shot out of the mower from the cutting side. He uses a bungee cord to tie up that which would keep the grass and such blowing down when it comes off of the blades. Where does it go if not down . . . but caught in the breeze to cover the operator. As I am not using the old Sear’s mower or doing any mowing, I have no beef.
Jeremy has been keeping me up to speed on Carrie. Jeremy is forthright and no drama. Tylenol plus is the pain med being given. Jeremy said they would be going home from Rochester as soon as the doctor had made their morning rounds. I have not asked any questions whatsoever.
I have been in the studio today and enjoying it. I can also report to the Watson boys that the toilet is cycling every fifteen minutes and needing about nine seconds to refill the water in the tank. Burk said he would be back as what had been done earlier in the week was apparently not the rest of the story. We are in good hands.
It is clouding over and I think I heard something about rain showers.
The one baby Robin that has been fed non-stop, actually made it out of the nest today. We will be able to enjoy sitting on the front deck without the mama badgering us to leave. Her mouth would be so full of food for the one baby, she still had a way of guilting.
It is beef meatballs, instant mash potatoes and jellied cranberries for supper. The sell-by-date of the milk was the 20th. It will do just fine for the potatoes.
With that I take my leave. ♥