No Deed
No good deed goes unpunished. Dennis had done such a good job of taking the sandburs off of his pants last week. Yesterday when he was mowing the blue barn acre, he took the weed whip along to take out some of the weeds that might harm the mower if he went after them. You never know what is hiding in and on a lot that has not been tended in a decade. Once the weeds have been gone through, the mower can take an extra swathe. The nastiest area is close to the south lot line.
After a couple of hours, I heard Dennis and the mower pull up to the garage. I assumed the mower needed gas. Dennis usually pops in for a glass of water . . . no Dennis. About the time I was going to look him up in the garage, I looked out the bathroom window to see Dennis pinning his pants up onto the clothesline. Dennis walked the patio and came on into the house in his Fruit of the Looms. The mowing had gone great. The weed whipping was making headways until he realized the inseams of his pant legs were sticking together. Yup! Sandburs. Dennis is so determined to make a difference on that lot, not realizing where the stuff flies when weed whipped off. No good deed goes unpunished. He has decided when he is going over to the blue barn lot to weed whip again, those same pants will be tugged on. All I could do was smile and snicker. Dennis did clean off his socks of the burs before putting them in the laundry.
Last night after supper there were a few large rain drops that ended in a flash of rain blowing sideways for quite some time. When it thundered the whole house shook.
The saving grace today is that it is sprinkling off and on and Dennis and the porch kitties are watching television in the patio porch.
With such a driving rain, I knew the window screens had a good wash. Screens hold so much grime and dirt. I got two of the eight bedroom porch windows cleaned. All the cleaning is done from inside . . . sweet. Dennis helped me do the bathroom window. I loaded one of my chamois window towels onto the floor Swiffer’s head. It worked great for Dennis to spray the vinegar window wash onto the bottom window while standing on the ground and drying the window via the Swiffer mop. I opened the bottom window from the bathroom as far as I could and reached out with my right arm and hand to spray the outside of the top window with the vinegar wash so Dennis could work his magic. Slick.
If anyone ever needs to be entertained, sit back and watch the older ones on Stauffer Avenue. I will say, we are resourceful.
With some good local effort today we have decided to have pancakes and sausages for supper.
