A Little Joy
Nothing brings about a bit of joy to the ole cowboy more than having a friend call and have Dennis help him with some guns. It seems that the good Lord knows when to pull the nap app. Dennis’ friend helped him with his Cub-Lo-Boy in the past and this is a good deed to help back. When people decide to move out of their home and into an apartment it calls for desperate measures.
I am so thankful that I don’t have to contemplate that and hopefully not for a long time to come. When I have visited some friends in their apartments, I do size them up. What they have sacrificed their homesteads for . . . we have in place right here on Stauffer Avenue. Thank the Lord. There would be no need to use our basement, aka: sewing studio. But . . . for right now it is my sanctuary.
I made a trip to the grocery story this afternoon. I thought I had picked a time that the store would not be very busy. Not! I would say the majority of shoppers were my age give or take a few years. We needed bread and milk. The options for bread were considerably less than usual. Dennis and I enjoy a dish of ice cream from time to time. Just plain old vanilla. We do like some of Blue Bunny’s wonderful flavors but purchasing them in small containers that are available in our store is not very cost effective. What’s not to like about a five quart pail! That area had a lot of empty shelves within the freezer.
When I awoke this morning and realized we still had a roof over our heads, I knew it would be a great day. The north winds howled to no end through the night. Seventeen above this morning was quite the shock . . . but missing out on the snow that had been talked about was sweet.
Love leftovers. The hotdish with the sliced brussel sprouts was a hit. I think a can of cranberries as a side dish tonight sounds appealing.
My prayer is that everyone stay strong within themselves and use the weekend to peek around and see just how wonderful life is. Having to pull in from some outside activities may be just what had happened with Julia Childs when she realized she could cook. Martha Stewart, regardless how her food turned out, always commented “It’s a good thing.” Yup, you can talk yourself into almost anything.