A Saturday
As I had finished my local effort by twelve noon, I took a cup of breakfast coffee to my bedroom porch to do a bit of traffic watching.
Thinking back: There was a time in the past that our Saturdays were spent working at the church in South Branch. Especially during Lent the church needed double duty. The Wednesday service always had families that brought snacks for their small children as the service went past the bedtimes and what better than to feed them hoping for an induced nap. There seemed to be a fair amount of bridal showers in the spring of the year on a Saturday afternoon and that added to getting all done before Sunday. Sundays also had coffee after the morning service. We did get it all accomplished. Thinking back, the sum of $75.00 a month rings a bell.
Today my local effort here on Stauffer Avenue was changing out bedding. There is no changing out as it comes off the bed and goes into the laundry and then goes right back on the bed. Linen closets . . . don’t have one, don’t need one. During the process it is the ideal time to roust out a dust bunny or two from under the beds. I am so thankful we don’t have carpeting. Either the vacuum or the Swiffer can get into the corners and under the beds.
Dennis’ grandson AJ spent time with Dennis in the patio porch this morning. It always makes for good feelings with Dennis.
The studio stayed dark today. Enough exercise for the ole body. Yes! I said exercise, not “extra fries.” I’ve had a successful Saturday, one that would have made Lena proud.
We are having a poor man’s Shepard’s pie for supper. The leftover stove top in the small skillet with a small can of Dinty Moore’s stew over it and heated in the oven. Sounded good to Dennis.
With that I will take my leave. ♥