Father’s Day 2020

The day that we got for this Father’s Day is too great not to be outside.  I knew that I would have a batch of cinnamon rolls in the oven for brunch whenever Dennis wanted them.

Hmm. I should have asked Dennis first and foremost what his plans were for the day.  After all it is his Father’s Day.  Dennis for sure had plans.  Dennis does do the mowing for Edna.  Edna’s property is adjacent to our property to the northeast.  Dennis already had cleared it with Edna that we could use her outside water faucet.  Her home in relationship to our garage that is on the east portion of our acre is a lot closer than our outside faucet.  There it is . . . Dennis’ plan for his Father’s Day.

The garage that we have on the far east of our acre is 22′ x 30′.  When Dennis had been mowing he took in the fact that there was algae on the north side of the garage and the east side also had evidence of stuff.  Dennis wanted the garage to be washed off today.  I drove the pickup, Dennis sat on the back end gate allowing him to hold onto the handle of our hose reel so it could tag along behind and off we went.  Oh he was prepared. In the back of the pickup were several handled brushes, a gallon of soap to fill his container that would fit onto the end of the hose for washing, and his coffee cup.

It was a huge job.  The best bet was to do one side of the garage at a time.  Rinse with water first getting one layer of grime off before changing the container for the soap to be applied and then rinse, rinse, rinse.  We have owned that portion of our acre since the year 2000.  We had done a wash job once right after we had purchased it.  Now it’s 2020 . . . it really needed it.  Dennis maned the hose and I was on brush duty.  I can tell you I got just as wet as the garage did.  Let’s just get in there and get it done.  

Here we are at 3:30 on Father’s Day 2020.  We have caught our breath and have enjoyed those cinnamon rolls.  Brunch of Stauffer Avenue has no time frame.  Dennis is as happy and satisfied as one of his cats.  In fact, when I was clearing the table and I looked out the window to the patio porch, Snuggles was on Dennis’ lap and I am sure Snuggles is hearing all about the day that we have had.

Yes, Dennis and I are weary.  Our limbs are weary.  No retiree has been harmed during this project.  Our evening meal is a treat from Carrie’s kitchen.  With our labor intensive projects on Stauffer Avenue, her gift of frozen meals has been very appreciated.

I think the job jar for us will echo when the lid is taken off.