Hello!
I stand firm in thinking the cold is a fair trade-off of the snow that is hitting in so many unusual places. I can always dress warmer and within reason raise the thermostat.
I was wrong yesterday when I commented that my sander had not arrived. When Dennis went out for his last cigarette of the day it was on the bench outside. I unboxed the goodies and that is where it stayed.
My goal for this morning was to go to the grocer’s. Before that could happen AJ from Mankato was here to visit grandpa and his pickup was in the drive. I knew I could shop any time.
Last Saturday the heat bulb burned out in the bathroom. AJ and grandpa went up to Fleet Farm, purchased a box that had two bulbs in it and AJ didn’t even need to stand on tip-toes to use one of them for the replacement. The second is in the bunk-house closet.
Dennis had asked me to engrave a small plate with Jeff’s name on it. The one I had done pleased Dennis and AJ affixed that to a spot on the saddle that Jeff had won in the all-around rodeo in 1983.
Next in order for AJ, Dennis asked him to take his propane burner and burn the dead from under the back Hackberry tree and also under the huge Maple tree off of the east patio. Even with the rain we had had, surprisingly much was burned. Not all of it under the lilac was torched, but enough that satisfied grandpa.
Then . . . it was off for me having Dennis to chauffer me to the grocer’s. A bit of that and a bit of this made for a good haul. The large can of the Campbell’s Bean and Ham soup hits the spot every once in a while. Three cans went into the cart. A container of Cookies and Cream ice cream topped off the check-out. Dennis has one York Peppermint candy bar each night after supper. That is his grocery item to get into the refrigerator.
Alas, I took my sander and hit the studio. Reading the instructions backwards and forwards, I attached a sanding pad to the Velcro base, lining up the airholes so the dust could go into the attached collector bin. I stayed with it for only a short time, sanding off some of the back of the trunk and some of one end. Hmm. The old Filter Queen’s nozzle fits almost perfectly to the opening of the collector bin. Enough for the first time. With all of the metal grommets and metal straps . . . not to worry. Some elbow grease with sandpaper in hand will be needed. This short bout really took many hand strokes off.
Hot pork sandwiches for supper. Always a good thing to have something in the freezer to pull out.
With that I will take my leave. ♥