Good Monday
After getting in some yard work yesterday, I had a great night’s rest. It was just the right amount for me on a mower. No harm done.
Dennis suited up to spray vegetation on the acre but didn’t last long. He had long sleeves and a turned buttoned up collar but was no match for mosquitoes. I welcomed him home and assured him there would be better days.
I called the Watson boys at noon and we were put on their list for a leaky faucet in the studio. I went into the basement and moved my ironing board so they could get at the plumbing on the post in the basement whenever our name came up on the list. Here we are a bit after three and all has been taken care of. You never know when or if we would want to use water in the basement.
We have always had good service from the Watson’s. The dad is now 70, and pretty much has turned the business over to the two boys. Brandon said this afternoon, his dad had never found a hobby for himself. That is said often of men after they reach a certain age.
With the water issue having been fixed, I pulled out an instruction book, got the folder of cut fabric out, complete with choosing thread. I am getting closer to turning on KNUJ and stitching.
Our supper last night was great. I failed to have mentioned that the coconut graham cracker crust pie Dennis had made was a great treat. As it was instant pudding dumbed down it has a shorter refrigerator life than a baked one. With that said, this evening will be our third night of an eight o’clock pie date. Sweet.
Oh my gosh. I need to set my alarm clock for five in the morning. Dennis is taking his son Jeff to Mankato in the morning for a biopsy. Arrival time is at seven.
With that I take my leave. ♥