Full Day
This morning a bathroom call got me up at 6:15 and then I was wide awake. I took in the dark morning and the stillness of our home. I could hear Dennis’ even breathing. I hit the button for the coffee pot and soon the aroma of the Folgers coffee wafted through the home.
I made sure I was as quiet as could be and enjoyed the first cup of the morning, followed by the second cup. I enjoyed my favorite breakfast. No . . . Dennis would not feel he had missed out. Dennis doesn’t do fruit or the yogurt and flax meal under the berries. A breakfast of my guilty pleasure.
Dennis slept until a bit after eight. Mornings that we can each wake at our own pace make for a good day coming. By ten we were ready to roll. Our first stop was Lewis Drug for Dennis’ refills. A five dollar bill covered both prescriptions. Sweet. Down the highway west to Windom. Frank’s shoe shop had not been visited for a quite a few years. It remains a mainstay for quality durable work shoes, Redwing being only one of several brands carried by this third generation shop keeper. Dennis is sporting a new pair of boots and house slippers. The ‘Happy Birthday” has had its last day. Only 361 days until the next one.
A stop at our local grocer’s before heading home. A few items here and there on sale will soon fill the basement pantry for the coming cooler months. Stocking up comes from decades of Lena setting a good example. It is by no means the shiny jars of pint and quart fruit jars lining the shelves . . . it comes in as a close second.
When Mom and I would work the sweetcorn pack in Glencoe for Green Giant decades ago, there was a perk long after the season of work. In the early winter, all workers showing their employee pass could visit the warehouses in Glencoe. Any and all Green Giant products that were canned and bore the Green Giant label could be bought in case lots for pennies on the dollar. Many of the items were not canned at the Glencoe site, but were fair game. Believe me our pantry shelves in the basement of our Boon Lake farm benefitted.
So it is that my level of comfort is having more food in the basement on the shelves than a week’s worth.
Leaving Dennis to break in his new boots, I went to visit June this afternoon. Spending time with June is rewarding. June is an 80-year-old cheerful person. . . non stop. Her only hobby is reading and she has never driven a car or had a driver’s license. She has two sons that both work for the city and visit her often in her apartment just as always since selling her home this spring.
We are having an easy supper for me to wrestle up. Mac and Cheese with diced up leftover spam from a breakfast we had over the weekend. I personally would not walk across the street for a meal of Mac and Cheese. To each their own. Gotta love the differences that make us “one.”