Dog Day
Hot days were called dog days. I can tell you cats don’t much like them either. Lying in the shadow of the patio porch, all three are lying on their bellies on the sidewalk.
I made sure I got some local effort done this morning. Barely able to reach the hanging light fixture in the back entry with the extended Swiffer wand as far as I could, I did swipe various times at it and it now looks like the bronze fixture Kevin put up. Even over the door area was relieved of dirty dirt. Our home is over 100 years old. The screen door I wrote about yesterday was put onto the 100 year old frame. There is no longer any thing that is square, if it ever was. Our wooden back door is an original still using a skeleton key. With all the wind of winter and now this summer, there is nothing to keep the little cracks and crannies from the whispers of silted dirt to find its way in.
The air outside today was stifling. I cannot ever remembering the dew point being in the 80s. There were many of us being vulnerable adults today. Hydration was important for all including our four-legged fur-babies.
I am thankful Dennis enjoys his Facebook to kill time today. How he manages to find his beloved country music on it, I have no idea and I don’t want to know.
I picked up my hand stitching perched on my cherry red chair in my bedroom porch while reading my latest book. Obviously neither one is making great headways, but I am content. Now . . . isn’t that the greatest of blessings!
With that I take my leave. ♥