A Sunday
The air is really nice with a breeze from the southeast. I have been enjoying said breeze from my bedroom porch with windows open. I have heard that the mosquitoes are bad. A fellow down the way has long pants on, a long sleeve sweatshirt and a hoodie tied under his chin.
Today Dennis’ niece from Moorhead came for a wonderful visit. Her parents are here in St. James at the cemetery where Jeanie brings flowers. Jeanie is 77 and has been a great ally from Dennis’ side of the family.
We have had a light shower of rain this afternoon.
Tomorrow at this time, I will either have a lower set of teeth in my mouth or close to it. I am so ready for this.
The evergreen off of the northwest corner of the house must have quite a few nests of blackbirds or starlings hatched out. The noise is . . . a lot.
Yesterday for our evening supper Dennis made meatloaf with one pound of ground beef and one pound of pork sausage. I could taste the ample amount of Worchester sauce. Mum is the word. It was a good pairing with instant Idaho potatoes. Hmm, that is where the cream went for my morning coffee. Reruns this evening of it. Can’t beat that.
I am quite sure Megan will be sleeping in her own bed this evening in the state of Virginia. We knew that all children grow up but . . . other people’s . . . right?
With that I take my leave. ♥