Quite the Day
This morning as I was just coming to, I had a fright. I need to back up.
Dennis is one to wear clothing that a homeless beggar would think twice about wearing. He thinks it still has just one more good wearing in them. After showering last night and PJs were put on, the holy jeans and the tattered chambray shirt were put in the kitchen waste basket. I tied the bag shut and carried it right out to the garbage bin that gets picked up on Tuesday mornings. Dennis has plenty of choices in his dresser and on hangers.
Back to this morning. I don’t think I even had opened my eyes when I realized and heard the early bird garbage truck barreling down Stauffer Avenue that had picked up our bin. Oh my gosh! The fright I felt. I remembered pulling out the red hanky from the back pocket of the blue jeans I had pitched but I didn’t check the rest of the pockets! Dennis wallet! I laid in bed and got a really sick feeling.
Dennis had gotten up early and was dressed in jeans as he had said he was going to mow the acre today. If the wallet had been in the jeans how would I broach the subject of what I had done, or should say, had not done in checking the pockets. I was in a pickle. When Dennis came in the house to refill his coffee cup before heading to the back garage I made light of the fact that he would be farming today and gave him a pat on his butt as he headed down the back entry steps. Lordy, Lordy the little square wad that I had patted was his wallet. Relief doesn’t cover the wash that came over me. Life’s lessons come with a whole lot of humility.
The morning was off to a very good start. Dennis got the Cub-Lo-Boy out for mowing. This first time it would be to put a good trim on the yard as the mower is set quite high compared to the Sears mower. We had purchased a very light weight trimmer several years ago. It is also good for balance for me when in use. I trimmed the areas around the house that Dennis couldn’t get into with the Cub. As I said, this first time was to even out what had sprouted sporadically. Different types of grass . . . different heights. When we were both putting our respective garden tools away . . . the acre looked smart.
Wow what a day! It all turned out great. There is an oven meal that has allowed for good leftovers from last night. I know I will sleep very deeply when I put my head down tonight. Silly ole Grammie.