A Spring Reprieve
What to do with a 70 degree difference in temperatures! It felt as if Spring was here, right now.
We are now two days out of Dennis leaving for his trip. He is one busy ole cowboy. The ice from our furnace exhaust has been taken right down to the level of the grass. About that time, neighbor Jan came outside and she assured Dennis she could see the exhaust from her kitchen window and there would not be a chance of it getting out of hand. Dennis took the filters out of the water in the horse tank that allows for the Koi to have bubbles. The entire contraption was taken down into the sink in the basement for a clean up. Would the filter have clogged up within the next several weeks . . . it doesn’t matter as they have been attended to today. Out of storage came the garden hose and Dennis added water to the horse tank. Granted, it is in the garage but evaporation does its deed.
With the temps being in the high 30s, there was a bit of ice to get rid of by the back door. Dennis took one swipe with the ice chipper and the handle broke off. Hmm. It’s only twenty-five years old. What is up with that. Off to Fleet & Farm we went. Dennis made sure he bought one that has a hardwood handle on it. Nice and heavy duty and $23.98 later he was back to getting rid of unwanted ice. With it being so warm out, I have an idea there will be new ice from the re-freeze over the night hours. It is quite wonderful to have the concrete driveway thawed off.
Dennis has had both vehicles up to the gas station and both have full tanks of gas. He is now cleaning windshields. Have you ever heard of people being over stimulated? Bless his heart. Dennis so much wants as much taken care of before he leaves so as to not put me in a bind. Again, I say, bless his heart.
If tomorrow is as nice as it was today, I may suggest a road trip of some sort. It will take Dennis’ mind off of other items that he wants to take care of . . . of which there is none.
On a light note: There were seven deer in the backyard last night at intervals. Dennis thinks the buck has shed his antlers by this time, as there was one that looked huge even from the 30 feet from where we were enjoying them. I knew I would have livestock chores to do while Dennis is gone. The three cats in the patio porch have now taken second fiddle to the wonders of the white tailed deer.