Clouds
We may well have clouds that have a sprinkle or two in them.
Dennis did go to the Eagles last night for the liver and onions. He got home late as there were some good ole boys that got to visiting. It was a very good thing for Dennis . . . to get out and connect with old friends. Besides, he said, the liver was good.
I have taken my blue speckled roaster out of the refrigerator with the brussel sprout oven meal I had prepared for last night’s supper to enjoy this evening. The flavors have been co-mingling.
Today I have spent quite a bit of time stitching using the magnifier lamp with my prescription glasses on, listening to YouTube. It has been the quietist day for me in a long time. I didn’t look for dust on the floors or look at the laundry basket. The only local effort I did this morning was set the kitchen garbage bag out for Dennis to put in the Tuesday garbage pick-up bin.
I have mentioned this before about the local effort thing, but it bares repeating.
When I worked as the county assessor setting values that real estate taxes were based on, the Minnesota Department of Revenue had performance reviews. It was my job to follow the real estate sales of each classification of property and set the values at 90% of the market for the next year’s taxes. My work was called the “local effort” meaning me as the local determinator. If I didn’t achieve that 90% in each classification, the Minnesota Department of Revenue could mandate a state increase across the board to each parcel whether it warranted it or not. My performance review could then be passed to the county commissioners, aka: my salary consideration.
In all my years I never received a state increase in the agricultural, residential or commercial classifications. Whew!
Fast forward . . . I am remaining the local effort in determining how well I maintain our home. Hey . . . whatever it takes . . . I am it!
It is sprinkling here on Stauffer Avenue at 3:45 p.m.
With that I take my leave. ♥