Dennis and I got home quite late from the VFW work last night. Worker bees don’t enjoy an evening meal until the event is over with. We are not accustomed to eating that late. A bit of the tossing and turning that I felt as I was trying to drift off to sleep can be attributed to that.
This is a day that captures the true essence of fall. A bit of a dry warm breeze with the musical notes of leaves dancing across the patio. Fuzzy and Harry think the dancing leaves are just the best of toys to chase.
I was planning on a fall harvest meal for supper of a pork roast, boiled potatoes with gravy, baked squash and mixed vegetables. As our neighbor Bob has been very helpful with Dennis as Dennis learns the finer points of his cycle, I decided to ask Bob over to join us for supper. Bob has been, and is, an over-the-road trucker for his entire adult life. I believe he is in his late 60s. The somewhat lonely life of a “one.”
The meal was enjoyed as well as the three of us sitting around the table afterwards, visiting. If the winds were just right, I think Bob would blow away. He did comment that the closest he gets to a warm meal, when he is at home, is to set out the purchased slaw and potato salad to let it hit room temperature. Kind of sad when you think on it.
It has been a great day and the week promises to be a busy one as errands have not been done here for several weeks.
All is well, and all is appreciated on Stauffer Avenue on this fine fall day.