A Chill in the Air
I don’t think it would feel quite so chilly if the dang winds would give us a break. I did work outside until something in my being called out “Uncle.”
Daughter Carrie will be 55 this Saturday. There is the “uncle” thing. I still think of myself as being 55. If I squint my eyes, I can even recall my birthdays in that era. My mind and spirit says to bring it all on and it shall be so. Not!
Dennis and I sat and had coffee in the patio porch this forenoon. Yup, the furnace was turned on and we sat in comfort. The cats each had their favorite pillows to perch upon. Dennis and I have the prep work done on some yard projects. We know that we have “people” resources to tap into. We are tapping one of those resources to finish up what we have prepped for. Dennis made personal and eye-to-eye contact with said person. The caulking on the patio and the spray foam for crooks and crevices will be taken care of, working around air temperatures. Whew!
At the point that Dennis and I are, Dennis at 84 and myself at 76, we need to honor our abilities at where they are at today. In looking over our 2020 year thus far, there were many projects we tackled that were not every year, for sure tasks. We have a window of quite a few years out before they will be back in the job jar. Dennis and I need to allow ourselves to kick back, returning to doing some things for fun and true enjoyment. I think we can make the transition.
Making the turn and having these last year-end tasks to be done by hiring someone local feels right. We have had some family help and it was appreciated to no end. The advice that family gave on what was still remaining to be done was priceless. It could have been ignored and left for another year, but the delay could be very spendy. We do realize that our family’s free time and their weekends are precious. All in all, 2020 is going to end up to the positive for the well-loved homestead on Stauffer Avenue.