Job Jar Tapped Again
We hear so many people our age talk about the need to find things to do. When they come up empty handed and congregate at McDonald’s or the Home Town Cafe for coffee, they find the conversation less than satisfying. If perchance they drive by and see us out and about in the yard you sure get to hear about that as well as having them stop in and then not knowing when to leave. Dennis and I must be odd. We give ourselves lots of opportunity to play, whether it is taking a weekend road trip or a drive in the convertible . . . after some local effort has been applied.
Today the temperature is 81, but there is a dry breeze and it’s very conducive for some local effort. The car and pickup garages were totally emptied so there could be some sifting and sorting going on. Most of the summer gardening tools went back to the potting shed and things like the snow scoops got front and center on the wall pegs.
Dennis washing off grime and cob webs from the garage porch.
I can only imagine what people contend with when they live next to a lake in regard to spider webs and such. Right here in suburbian St. James they are a fright. Out came the hose with a soap dispenser added, and Dennis was on the garage porch walls. With the walls and patio doors and screens washed off it will make it so much easier to go back and do some Windex on the glass. We spend so much time in the porch that it is a treat to look out of clean windows. Dennis lit the pilot light of the gas furnace in the garage and gave that a test run to make sure it will kick in without a hitch when needed. Are we spoiled . . . heck yes and we intend on staying that way. Need things to do? Better not ask the two older ones on Stauffer Avenue, you might just get an ear full. Let’s hear it for the local effort of Stauffer Avenue.