It Smacks of Cold
This Sunday’s air smacks of cold and it is. The sun is even too ashamed to make a full showing.
The coffee was hot and aplenty, as the chapters in my latest book were spent. Sitting in my west bedroom porch, there was even a fair amount of traffic to watch. Several vehicles making multiple trips.
Dennis had made the offer to make supper for last night. Be still my heart. I didn’t ask any questions. When he said supper serves, I had my folk and knife in hand. It was quite tasty. Instant mashed potatoes with Dinty Moore Stew spooned over the top. I am sure it met most of our needed food groups. Some days, putting a meal on the table feels perfunctory.
Today, I took stock of the refrigerator. It’s really quite sad. In fact, it echoed. I do have a grocery list going as tomorrow we are headed to Mankato for a medical appointment. The trips for appointments has been maybe . . . one a month.
On the list for tomorrow is a trip to Best Buy. Our Samsung remote uses no batteries. It is solar fed. It does have a spot for a USB cable. I checked to make sure we had not misplaced the cable. Nope, right in the user pamphlet it states it was not included. Of the devices we have, none of our USB cables are small enough. Solar . . . and where has the sun been? That remote sat under a lamp 24/7 and not juiced up. Ironically, Dennis to the rescue. As AJ set up the television for the patio porch, the television set I had in the studio was a Samsung, but not a smart set needed for the tower. The one Dennis always had had in the porch was a Samsung smart. Two remotes. We have now been using one of them in the living room. You just can’t appreciate enough of those darn batteries that need to be bought. A remote is a remote is a remote.