And Then

And then it was Saturday.  Just several days before August would be half over.  Time does have a way of slipping by.

I sent Megan a text yesterday in regard to the fact that within a week she would be in the state of Virginia, settling into her dorm room.  Within five minutes I had a response from her.  My eyes leaked a bit but I was so proud for her.  One in a million.

When I came home yesterday from my solo road trip, I knew I had an agenda for today.  My car was a mess.  The front was totally a glue fest of bug juice.  Highway #4 for twelve miles was one lane traffic as they were putting down new oil with loose gravel to top it.  I drove very slowly.

Quite a few years ago when Kersten was working at Dueber’s in Fairfax, the kids came for a visit and with them they brought two bottles of “No Drip Windex.”  I had one bottle left.  I cherished it as Johnson and Johnson no longer markets it.  With a folding chair in the garage to sit on facing the front of the car, I sprayed out a segment of the foam and let the soaking begin.  In no time at all, the bug mess was totally cleaned up.  When there is a product that works so well . . . of course they will cease it.  Dennis said he would run the car through the touchless car wash when I was done.  I grabbed paper towels, and I continued cleaning the sides of the car with the foam.  The towels were replaced as soon they became black from the oil that the tires kicked up.  Why take a chance that the car wash would cut it!

When Dennis came home the car was beautiful.  Dennis always buys the ultimate car wash and then drives ever so slowly into the bay to get the undercarriage washed off as best it can do.

What really tripped my trigger is that we and the car will not be leaving town until the 31st of August.  Fantastic.  That is not to say that the garage kitties won’t be navigating the rafters of the garage using the hood of the car as a launching pad.  Oh well . . . you can’t win them all. 

Dennis had opted out of going to the auction today.  He had read the auction bill via the internet and decided there was nothing that had peaked his interest enough to walk over an oat harvested stubble field in the hopes of finding a hayrack to lean against.  Smart cowboy.

We have agreed on soup and a sandwich for supper.

The clouds are thick today and the air is heavy.

Happy Sunday to one and all.