Howling Wind
We have just enough of an air leak around our front door that the wind can be heard howling. Surprisingly, we still have a few pine cones to come bouncing off of the tall pine tree on the northwest corner of the house. When they hit the metal awning, it could very well be mistaken for a small bomb.
I put out some Rhodes frozen cinnamon rolls this morning to thaw. I got busy in the studio and when I came up, they were begging to be put in the oven. I wasn’t about to start anything new and forget them in the oven. I can report that they are out of the oven. The aroma from them baking was wonderful.
We talked about what supper’s offering would be. Dennis decided on a Banquet frozen dinner. I opted for a bowl of oatmeal. Two satisfied people.
The weekend sounds slushy. We have no plans on being out and about in it.
Yesterday I found out that a cousin of mine had passed away. Sharon was 81. She was my aunt Gertie’s daughter, and Gertie was never called Gertrude. One or both of my kids called her Aunt Berdie.
Dennis just came in and reported that what he thought would be a brake job on his little red pickup would not be needed. Following the tip on what was needed to re-set them seems to have done the trick. After doing a check on the baked rolls, it seems as if three o’clock coffee time would be a good time for a taste. Why not! Raymond and Lena always enjoyed an afternoon break such as that.
With that I will take my leave. ♥