A Friday
I had set the alarm for five this morning so Dennis would have time to wake up before picking Jeff up to head to Mankato at 6:15. I had to get up at 4:15 for a potty break and thought what the heck. I got the coffee brewing and bid hello to the day. I never delay a potty break. Decades ago my bladder perforated. Out came the bladder and a section of my large intestine became my holding tank. Hello to self-cathing for all my remaining days. I would not want anything to jeopardize my holding tank. When I feel a twinge, I am on my way.
By ten this morning, I had bedding laundered and put back on the beds with a chicken oven dish prepared for our evening meal.
I was just settling in to watch “The Price is Right” when Dennis walked in. He was sporting his new shoes from the Limb-Lab. Sweet. They are tie leather shoes with two zippers on either side of the heal. Having a tie that feels right with which to hold the foot, the shoes can be slipped into and the zippers pulled up for closures.
This afternoon Grammie got to mow one of our yards with the zero-turn. Freedom! It felt wonderful with a light breeze. I was zipped up to my ears to way-lay the mosquitoes. With my helping Dennis as he manned the Sear’s rider, it cut off two hours of his six hours of mowing solo. The two grab bars that neighbor Randy put on the zero-turn is the ultimate.
There is a huge Cottonwood tree in the lot north of us. When we were done mowing you could not tell that we had mowed. Our yards were totally white.
Our oven dish is in the oven for a four o’clock supper. Neither of us had stopped for a noon lunch.
No stitching or studio time today. There is talk of rain. Plenty of time for threads and fuzz.
With that I take my leave. ♥