A Good Saturday
We may sleep in on most mornings . . . that would be eight a.m. Dennis has his livestock to check on as he takes his coffee to the patio porch. Dennis likes to take mornings slow.
Once my feet are out of the bed, there are tracks to be made, especially on a Saturday. There is a strict schedule on bedding hitting the laundry.
There had been a time when I would need coffee time before I lifted a finger. During this last year I have cut back on coffee and start the day with three glasses of water in my red Solo cup. I may have a cup of coffee at three in the afternoon. All good farmers had a three o’clock coffee break in the afternoon.
With the washing machine humming, I got the countertop mixer ready for cookies. There still are some cookies in the freezer from last Saturday. Variety is a good thing. Maybe in weeks to come I won’t be in the mood for baking and I will have some for Dennis to fall back on. The cookies were a hit when Dennis took some to the apartment complex yesterday where Dennis’ friend Lyle lives. Dennis is very social and the group at the apartment complex love to see him come as some do not get out much. All are about the same age as Dennis and all have known each other for decades. For the group to gather in the commons area in the afternoon is a highlight in the day.
It seems that none of those living in the apartment complex care to bake. For Dennis to have such a good time when he does go for coffee with them, it is the least that we can do by sending Dennis off with a dozen cookies when he does go.
With the cookies baked and the kitchen made tidy, it was time to give Dennis a haircut. It is not the easiest thing on my shoulders and hands but then it is greatly appreciated. There are times the ole cowboy’s schedule is hectic to the point that he can’t go to Great Clips with me. Nothing says tidy like a neatened up head of hair. By the way, Dennis’ hand is beginning to feel much better. It still looks really angry. Go antibiotics!
Gray skies seem to be the norm as well as slush. It is a good break from cold and snow storms. I may not poke at anymore today. I have an oven meal to fix for supper. At times we purchase a rotisserie chicken from our grocery store. There is a lot of meat on those roasting birds. We have one meal from it for supper and the remainder I bone out. This evening the boned out diced chicken has found itself on the bottom of a square baking dish. I have shredded cheese to sprinkle on the chicken and then cover it with a package of prepared Stove Top Stuffing. At 325 degrees, it won’t take long to reach the temperature of 145-155 degrees. Yes . . . I have restrained myself from adding chopped Brussels Sprouts. After all, Dennis is a patient and TLC does help heal.