Frost on the Shingles
We were full bore into a lazy Sunday morning. We had surprise coffee guests by eight. Dennis’ son-in-law stopped by as he was on his morning walk. It was a family type visit as Dennis’ cousin’s husband has passed away. At the age of 72, it doesn’t seem like something that should be . . . but the good Lord has other plans. There will be a service of some type this next week.
When Tom left I had the news on and caught the governor’s newscast of closing all schools in Minnesota this week starting on this Wednesday for a period of two weeks. Time will tell how this situation plays out. I would pray that it is all hype, but the number of fatalities is the real world. Even my Bernina people in Bird Island have sent an email to their customers in regard to how they will be safeguarding the environment in their store on a daily basis. This email went out as Renville County has a case of the virus.
Shortly after Tom left, and I had gotten the most of the the governor’s news conference as I cared to hear, I had a sewing buddy that called and wanted to come over with questions. Yup. The back door is open. That visit lasted right up to twelve noon.
So here I am at mid afternoon and I am still in my pink fuzzy robe. What the heck. There is no point in getting gussied up at this late time of the day. Dennis also has been in his PJs and has been wandering in the backyard picking up sticks as well as burning off my landscape grasses to make room for new sprouts. It is one of the blessings of being an older adult in a small town . . . there are worse things than being caught in robes and PJs.
When Dennis came in just a bit ago, his son, the trucker, had called and was on his way to Wyoming to deliver a semi load of toilet paper to a Sam’s Club. It is a nationwide awareness. Awareness is not all bad.
By the way. Last night for supper the Green Giant Veggie Tots that are cauliflower and not potato were a huge hit with Dennis. If only there were more veggies that could be disguised that well.
May the new week bring contentment where we each are found with a profound sense of security for our homes and families. Dennis and I feel very secure.