More Impressions
Today we motored to Mankato for an Aspen Dental appointment. Impressions for Dennis and for me. I will say one thing for the clinic, they are going to make sure that they have done their utmost to give the 100% guarantee when all is said and done. More appointments later this month.
I will admit, when I am totally done, I can almost taste a tender steak . . . someone will have to assist in cutting it for me. I have practiced using a fork in my left hand while cutting with the right hand. It does not bode well . . . still practicing.
The day has gotten blustery and the wind feels raw. Dennis commented this morning that as the back acre had looked so manicured after he mowed it on Saturday, it now has a blanket of fallen leaves as a cover. Time will tell if the blanket remains or if he feels the need to mulch.
This afternoon was time to make a phone call for some much needed catching up with a lifelong friend from Boon Lake Township. Sharon and Ted were neighbors to Orlin and I while we were farming. Both Ted and Orlin have passed but so many memories that Sharon and I can recall are bitter sweet. Neither Sharon nor I venture far from our homes . . . thanks be for phones. When Ted and Sharon had a daughter and Sharon worked at 3M in Hutchinson, I took care of Gail on occasion. I wonder . . . do chickens still frighten Gail? Amazing the memories we can conquer up.
Cousin Mark from Finland, one hour north of Duluth, had a photo this morning on the social network of his deck with a bit of snow on the railings. I know it will happen in our part of the state . . . just later than sooner would be just fine with me. Our barometer for colder weather is the three patio porch kitties. Baskets that allow them to curl up in warm fuzzy blankets from Goodwill beat the cold blowing air any time, any day . . . except for one. Honey Bunny is the oldest and the one with the least extra body fat. She insists on holding out until the last straw in the evening when Dennis puts on the outside light, triggering curfew. She saunters in as if she owns the porch. No, she doesn’t own the porch, she just has Dennis wrapped around her clawed foot.
Hopefully this last weekend gave everyone a chance for last minute chores. This morning when the first light of the day could be seen, I could look out a clean east bathroom window. Yup . . . we nailed it yesterday. Let’s hear it for the older ones on Stauffer!