In the fall of the year, my thoughts go to good apples, bright red leaves from the Northern Red Oak and . . . finding dust bunnies. Yesterday I cracked the glass bubble and found dust inside. Once cracked it cannot be ignored. With my Swiffer duster, Pledge and Windex in hand I followed the south wall of the living room. High and low, all was fair game.
When I stood straight up and gave the back a break, I looked out into the kitchen. Who was that man? He needed to identify himself! It was Dennis! He was at the kitchen sink washing up some of the glassware and had a film of cleaner on a piece of metal that needed a polish.
This fall he has been busy and on the go seeing things that needed some TLC nonstop.
Late yesterday afternoon we did head back outside. It was too nice to bypass any last minute projects. I wanted to use the electric tiller one last time to dig out the north side of the sidewalk giving a bit of a trench for next spring snow thaws that drain towards the sidewalk and will wash over the sidewalk a little too close to the north wall of the patio porch. Dennis pulled batteries off of the Cub L0-Boy and the Sears mower as he keeps them in the garage over winter. Yup . . . he is one of very few fellows who enjoys his garage never getting colder than 40 degrees during the winter.
We headed in and Dennis headed right down to the cistern closet that is our pantry. When he came up, he had: Alfredo sauce, a can of corn, two cans of chicken and a bag of Penne Pasta. He was going to make a hot dish for supper. I pitched in wherever he would allow. Sure enough after a busy day we had a delicious meal. Best part is that the leftovers tonight will be as good as the original.
Dennis is feeling healthy good this fall. It is amazing! After lunch I decided to do a bit more of the cleaning thing and Dennis was off to take some of his magazines out to the VA clinic for their waiting room. Dennis has a subscription that deals with issues of the Korean conflict: then and now.
As I tackled the last project of cleaning for the day, Mom came to mind. Every Saturday when we cleaned the farm home, Mom made us take an old knife and scrape off the bottom of the legs of the kitchen chairs before the floor was scrubbed. Shoes were not taken off as Dad and the boys and anyone else came in the house. The floor took the brunt of whatever may have been on the bottom of the shoes. The bottom of the kitchen chairs legs collected a bit of this and a bit of that. My project this afternoon was to clean the rollers off of the three chairs that we use in our dining room. Yup . . . there was stuff on them. I dedicated a piece of the Heavy Duty Scotch-Brite for the job. Tipping the chairs on their sides and taking one roller at a time, scrub a dubbed what had been collected and rolled over.
We have had another great day here on Stauffer Avenue. One bit of Mom’s advice had always been, “Idle hands are the work of the devil.” Enough said.