It Feels Like a Vacation
This week has had the most wonderful weather we could ask for. Dennis came in for afternoon coffee and we both commented that considering all the heat, rain and hail . . . this feels as if we were on vacation at the best spot possible. Stauffer Avenue . . . the most sought after spot in St. James.
Dennis took to cleaning the plastic patio chairs. He has caught on to the fact that though we don’t see spiders, they know where to hide and lay their eggs . . . beneath the molded supports of the chairs. There is nothing that can inflict a more sore, swollen wound than a spider bite. If there is a spider out there, he will find me. In between time the chainsaw Eagle had had a fresh coat of sealant. That should do it for a season or two. He is not left out beyond summer as I am sure water caught in crevices and then froze would be his undoing.
It was my day-to-play chamber maid. Windows open and swaying to the hum of the washing machine . . . perfect. It has not been determined if we are the dirtiest of people or the cleanest of people, but the washing machine hums a lot. There is nothing better than after a good night rest to slip into clean clothes. It would be better still if all was line dried. Our clotheslines are under some Lilacs and beside our neighbor’s bird feeder. Ya, you get the jest.
We often take count as to where the cats are during the day. They ramble in and out of the patio porch and here and there outside. This morning I had taken the weed whip and took the top off of the patch of catnip that is growing under the Lilacs. It didn’t take long and it was one, two, three . . . all accounted for. Cutting of the stems really puts out the “ya’all come!” They role around in the catnip, they pounce on it and chew on it to their hearts content. It’s not the prettiest of plants to have near flower gardens, but it sure serves a great purpose. Getting a little high on life is good for the cats. When Harriet has had enough, she jumps right up into the moose lawn ornament that Michael made for us. She sits between the antlers with a dazed look in her eyes and chills. Funny.
Yes, today feels like a paid vacation day for sure.