The plan to get going this morning by six, worked like a charm. Dennis was on the road with the diesel and trailer rig by 6:20 heading to Silver Bay to retrieve one broken down pickup and a grandson. Of course he had a little brown paper bag to travel with him to go with his coffee. I was quite sure the drive would take six hours. Once I knew that his daughter would be up at Silver Bay, I gave Suzie a call to let her know when Dennis had left and if she would please let me know when my ole cowboy arrived.
Once I had coffee there was no way that I could catch a snooze. There is always a load of laundry to take care of. Laundry isn’t what it used to be. Push a button and away it goes. The top of the dining room table seems to attract extra stuff without fail. Most of the stuff hit the recycling bin.
I have been at a stalemate with fall cleaning. The stumbling block was the four large long windows that wear mini blinds. Ugh! They are great for allowing light to come into the house, privacy and catch every snippet of household dust and lint in the home. In a perfect world, once every year I would buy four replacements, put them in the brackets, recycle the old ones and call it fall cleaning. O.K. I fess up. I tried that. The mini blinds now available have hardware that is totally foreign to what Dennis and I have put onto our window woodwork. So much for cheating on the cleaning.
There was nothing to do but put hot water and dawn dishwashing liquid in the bathtub and do the rub a dub, dub on each of the four beasts. I prepared the floor around the tube with lots of older towels. I took off my good slippers and put on an old pair of socks. I knew what I was in for. With any luck I would come out of this with my hair dry.
It is now supper time and the four windows have been cleaned, the blinds are whistle clean as well as the curtains have been washed and put back on. I stood in the middle of the living room floor and did the sniff test. Nailed It!
An update on Dennis and his mission of the retrieval. He got to Silver Bay by one this afternoon. By the time the truck was loaded and secured, the fellows have decided to stay at daughter Suzie’s overnight and start out in the morning. I have checked on the livestock, filled the water dish, put out food and last but not least cleaned the litter box. With four critters the litter box is important.
I am going to settle in and perhaps pop some popcorn as I have several shows I enjoy on PBS Sunday evenings. Dennis is safe. I am safe. Life doesn’t get any better than that.
hard to wrap my head around it. Michael was at his home with JoAnn when Michael’s fight ceased. Michael has always been the one for in depth conversations about family, things that actually mattered to his family or mine. We left the fluff of the latest news to someone else. Our history mattered. Our feelings for each other mattered. Our concerns mattered to each other. We shared life. How thankful that he and I got to share one on one this summer several times. Priceless. When I would look into his blue eyes, my blue eyes were reflected in his. When I held his hand, the pressure from his hand warmed my heart and soul. For a time today I didn’t carry a tissue, I had a clean white dish towel in my hands. My tears were nothing but feelings. Real feelings. How grateful I am that I have them. I will always have those warm fuzzy feelings about Michael. I will heal in time. It’s the time of hurt that I actually cherish. It is my loss that I am cherishing. 