Better Late
Who ever commented on the saying, better late than never . . . hush your mouth.
We were doing just fine with no snow. It was a range of 3-4 inches of first wet mist and finally some official looking snowflakes.
Randy next door did not disappoint with his green line as he blew our drive off. I made sure to have the snow off of the front deck, steps and concrete sidewalk and pushed it all onto the drive before Randy arrived.
Dennis used his walk behind to clear the garage door opening that faces Stauffer Avenue. If that little red pickup can’t get out, there would be a sad face. I, on the other hand, don’t plan on going anywhere until I know there is no wind to polish road surfaces.
I am a naughty Grammie sometimes. My heritage is the “old Adam.” It is better to give than receive. I will go along with that. . . to some extent. It took quite a bit of talking this Christmas to convince Dennis to forego giving gifts this 2023 Christmas. He really, really always enjoyed getting his little stashes together for my children and Dennis’ children. He would start making plans in October with lists of grandchildren and their spouses. We were blessed with Thanksgiving guests and Christmas Day guests in our home. Special.
It would have been equally nice if someone from Dennis’ family had visited or called to visit in the latter part of December. Nope. Nada. Not even the daughter that lives four blocks to the south of us. Hmm. Dennis was ready to receive well wishes from his family. Maybe next year.
I have retrieved some supplies from the studio. I have a variety of Command Hooks, strips, etc. Soon my Santa quilt will come down from the north living room wall. I would like my scrappy quilt put up in its place for a while. I have the adequate supplies, I now need a plan of attack.
My attack for supper is a hot meal. Two pork chops, au gratin potatoes and steamed broccoli.
If you must travel, be safe. I would rather think about you, than read about you.
With that I take my leave. ♥