Dennis has the Spirit
For my part the day really went fast. I had put out the bulletin that today was sewing studio day. I had put on the back burner starting a new project . . . today was the day!
Dennis went about helping out our large shrub on the northwest corner of the house. The 12″ of snow had literally brought it down to its knees. When we met up for lunch, I peeked out the living room window. It had its boughs lifted as if to say “Thank you, thank you! We bid each other “See ya later” and we parted ways setting suppertime about 5:30. I never want to take a spurt of energy for a sewing project for granted.
It is definitely beginning to look like Christmas here on Stauffer Avenue. The six foot tall 50-year-old Santa came by way of the Fairfax kids, knowing it wouldn’t stay in the box over the Christmas season if Dennis had his say.
I knew what I had planned for supper so I pushed the envelope right to the limit at 5:15. As I made my way up from the basement, what to my wondering eyes did I see through the window of the back door? Dennis had put up the four foot wreath on the west side of the garage. That wreath has been hung in the peak of the car garage for quite a few years without being brought out. I couldn’t believe that the lights were in working order. Oh course, the ole cowboy was strutting his stuff about the time I was going to congratulate him. Rightfully so, he should feel good about it. It has been wonderful seeing him continue to find things to keep busy. The recliner has been having separation anxiety. This is going to be a great year end here on Stauffer Avenue.