Cooler Days
For a short time yesterday the sun was out in full force. The Northern Golden Oak was just that . . . golden. I planted it when it was a twig of a tree at five feet from the last of the season sale at Pamida store here in town. The tree now towers and is as straight as an arrow. I would guess thirty feet.
There were a number of Black Walnut branches that Dennis picked up due to the strong winds of late. Those trees are never bashful about dropping off some less than healthy branches. When I closed my eyes and listened to the howling wind, it could have very well been a blizzard.
Last weekend Dennis’ grandson AJ brought his bike to our back garage for storage over the winter. I thought he was busy out in the garage. Not. AJ whipped into the basement with a small toolbox under his arm. Within a few minutes he came upstairs and announced that via a splitter I would now have access to the television tower north of town as well as the Samsung smart television options via the Mediacom router. For us two old fuddy duddies, we don’t understand the high tech stuff . . . it boggles us.
I don’t have the television on during the day. My time is from seven to nine in the evenings. Upon tweaking what viewing was available, I ran across the 25th anniversary marathon of Midsomer Murders on PBS. I had missed that program when we gave up cable television. Thank you AJ. I am easily entertained with a good mystery.
My studio is tidy and I am ready for the next embroidery project. The selection of threads are lined up ready for perhaps a Tuesday’s offering.
KNUJ has mentioned rain showers for these next days. It is gray out and not a rain drop to be felt thus far.
Hamburger patties for supper. We have not had anything fixed on top of the kitchen range for a long time. I will be sure to have the horseradish on the table.