Mud Making Day
Yesterday we pushed snow off from the drive and it was icy underneath. Today the drive has been dry since the morning and Stauffer Avenue has turned to mud. What a difference a 40 degree day can make. Hopefully it freezes over the night hours and it slows down the thaw.
We have been getting text messages to schedule our covid vaccines. We have not made any appointments. Our calendar is full for some time ahead. Dennis’ medical appointments come first. If Dennis is willing for his eye injection schedule and then two cataract appointments, taking a chance that he would be one out of 1,000 that would have a bad reaction to the shot . . . we will decide when and if we take a later schedule.
We did not feed the deer this winter but our backyard has trails that the deer have used many times to travel here, there and everywhere. When Dennis has done the little red pickup road trips, he has noticed that the area behind our water plant does not have and has not had much snow cover. There have been several events of thawing in between our snowfalls. Shrubs and brush will hold them over for another month and then there will be green abound to nibble on.
When we were in Mankato on Saturday, I picked up quite a few green options in the vegetable department. Tonight we are having sliced mini cucumbers, onions and mayo. The onions smelled so good as I sliced away. I have been watching the onions in our local grocery story. Soft to the touch and I know not much would have been usable. I have passed on them all winter. I bit and bought a 5lb. bag in Mankato as they passed my quality control. On the bag the suggestions were given on how to keep them at peak. I took the option of wrapping each onion in paper towels and putting them in the refrigerator crisper. Hmm. Time will tell. We do like onions and work them in whenever possible.
I didn’t purchase the brush for the cats I had intended to in Petco. I bought the glove for Dennis to wear that has spiky nodules on the palm with which to brush the cats as they schmooze on his lap. The cats are literally standing in line waiting to get on Dennis’ lap to have their turn. Soon when Dennis opens the patio doors all three will be out checking what they have missed during these last two months. Each day he would crack open a patio door . . . sure enough, they would sit in the open doorway but not venture out. Smart cats.
Time to wind down and do the kitchen stint. Chicken titties and cucumbers. Dennis usually tops supper off with a piece of jelly bread. I would swear Dennis is a blood relative of my dad . . . meals on time each and every day. That’s o.k. I may loose a battle here and there, but it kind of all balances itself out and Stauffer Avenue has happy people at the end of the day.
Yup, my oldest kid is heading to the house and he has mud on his shoes. What . . . it is concreted from the house to the garage . . . he must have had the need to explore.