It Was Bound To Happen
I knew that I was getting by, by the skin of my teeth. It was bound to happen. I now have a cold. This has not happened since the fall of 2018. It could very well be that the winds that have sifted from the north to the south on an hourly basis this last week has caught my resolve off-guard. During the winter months of being outside moving snow, I felt great each and every day as JoAnn and I would compare notes on how we were doing. It is just annoying.
With eyes that feel more like slits than ovals, Dennis offered to drive me up to the grocery store for a few items. Oh my gosh! I had forgotten that tomorrow, Saturday, is St. James citywide clean-up. There is no charge for the majority of what people can put out to be picked up. Tickets must be attached for appliances that have been purchased at $15.00 a crack. I can’t believe there could be anything left in some of the homes in relationship to what is on the curb next to their homes. Wednesday was the first day to begin putting things out. The scavengers pulling trailers behind their pickups are fast and furious.
What do the older ones here on Stauffer Avenue have out . . . one lowly weed whip with the electrical hookup. It was hard on Dennis to put it out. It takes batteries that do not hold a charge. Batteries can no longer be purchased for this older model. The nail in the coffin was that with the problems I have had with a crick in neck, I gave notice that lugging around a weed whip was no longer in my wheelhouse. Dennis does not have the leg power for the walking of the acre . . . so that pretty much tells the story for our acre this summer. Dennis will trim as best he can when he mows.
Tomorrow we may well have a mixture of sleet, rain and snow. It will be a perfect day for me to sit in the west porch of our home and watch the city crews load up . . . stuff. There are so many stuffed sofas and chairs that will be oh so heavy when they get wet. A funny note: our neighbor thought he was going to get new vehicles for free in a recent scam. Did he put out anything from his home that he can’t walk through because of stuff that would be hauled away for free . . . not one item. Human nature . . . go figure.