Drip, Drip
The weather people have been spot on. The drip, drip doesn’t impact us here on Stauffer Avenue, as long as the sump pump continues doing its job.
It is mid afternoon and the patio porch is now cleared out of Curry fellows. That had been going on since nine this morning. It was Dennis, Ken and Jeff his sons and nephew Brett. I am sure the BS was full bore. Three of the four are smokers . . . pray for the kitties. Brett chews so does that count?
Tomorrow morning at eight Ken will pick up Dennis and the little red pickup will be headed for Silver Bay for the weekend. It is a belated memorial for Susie’s husband that passed away in this late spring.
Today I was in charge of getting items laid out for Dennis’ trip.
Tomorrow I will be in charge of the livestock.
By the way, earlier this year nephew Brett had a health concern while he was on vacation. The rest of the story is that he had internal hemorrhoids so severe he had passed out from lack of iron in his system. Who would have thought! Until he can get into surgery he needs to have infusions of liquid iron. Again . . . who would have thought. The things that can cause health concerns.
Today I completed a survey from the cardiac center in Rochester. I am three years-out from my heart surgery, June 15th. All good to report. Sweet.
This evening for supper it is basted eggs, Jimmy Dean pre-cooked sausage patties and apple butter jam on toast. By the way, Jimmy Dean’s are so much better than Johnsonville’s.
I have not much activity to report either in the studio or in my stitching bedroom porch. Extra people on board . . . extra commotion.
With that I take my leave. ♥