Hump Day
Hump day and all is well on Stauffer Avenue.
Dennis mowed another one of our yards today. The grass is tall and doesn’t have a backbone. Mowing in one direction and then in the opposite direction seems to have worked the best.
I vacuumed a portion of the studio’s concrete floor today now that it could be converted back to a dry vacuum. More years than I can remember we cleaned the concrete floor as best we could and then painted the floor a light gray. I am sure we sought out the paint that was recommended. What has happened is the gray paint does chip off from chairs sliding over it as well as rollers from chairs. Those chips of paint cling onto the soles of shoes and can be found anywhere on our first floor’s flooring. I decided to give the floor a good once-over. I saved a bit of that work for tomorrow.
A batch of egg salad is cohabitating in the refrigerator. It is the easiest to make. Well . . . that is if you don’t dice onion into it. Dennis and I like a lot of diced onion. Vidalia onions are sweet to the taste but they sure can make my eyes water to the extent that I can’t see. They effected my dad the same way. Raymond would power through and enjoy a buttered bread raw onion sandwich.
Potato salad is another favorite of ours. I do cheat. I purchase a container of Mrs. Gerry’s prepared potato salad and proceed to doctor it up. Using some of the egg salad concoction mixed into the Mrs. Gerry’s potato salad does pass mustard here on Stauffer Avenue. Actually the boughten stuff is so rich in mustard and very creamy, no additional mayo is needed. It sure beats peeling and boiling potatoes.
We don’t golf. We don’t frequent resorts. We do allow ourselves some of the prepared items in our grocer’s deli. I can mix items up to no end. If all else fails a fried egg sandwich with a side of chips and spinach dip will work.
With that I take my leave. ♥