A Day in July
July has always had the reputation as being hot and this year of 2020 is right on . . . hot.
Dennis took his friend Dwayne to Mankato today for a doctor’s appointment. The fellows left here at 7:30 and I was dressed in gardening clothes and went out the door the same time Dennis did. The weed that I call a sand burr has just taken off under the Lilacs like crazy. Left to their own the entire length of the stalk has burrs that fall off and become . . . more burrs.
Snuggles and Harriet stayed with me the entire time. As I was whacking weeds, I did make sure that I cut some stems of catnip for Snuggles and Harriet. Oh my gosh. The rolling on and rubbing of those stems was too funny to watch as they got a bit of a high on it.
I came in at 10:30 with the job completed. I have several pails of stuff that will dry out in several days for Dennis’ burning ring. Yup . . . off came the sweat-soaked clothes and into a loose cotton duster. I had had water with me and it did not matter that the water I had enjoyed was lukewarm. It was wet and it tasted great.
Dennis got home at noon, safe and sound from the Mankato trip. Neither one of us was too hipped up to do much. Of course the laundry was beckoning me. Nothing could be more of a punishment than wearing clothes that had been soaked through and having them turn sour. Get it laundered and ready for the next time I want to be outside for several hours.
I am thinking of grilled cheese for supper with a cup of soup. Last week when Carrie and the kids were here we had sandwich fixings out. Good old Nicholas . . . “Grammie you know this isn’t real cheese.” Oh my Lord! The same thing had come out of Kevin’s mouth a short time ago. I promise once this box of pre-wrapped cheese singles is gone, I will purchase real cheese. I am just too much of a tight-wad to not use it up. As it turned out it became the topic of conversation that it reminded Megan and Nicholas of the cheese that McDonald’s uses and it was a trip down memory lane. Kids! No matter what the age . . . gotta love them.
Dennis checked the temp outside . . . not good . . . 89 and it feels like 101. The humidity and dew point are neck and neck. July is having its way. Get done what is needed and then pamper yourselves. No one needs to do that “one last thing.”