Spits of Rain Showers
Rain showers not amounting to anything. It didn’t slow us up today.
The back garage needed cleaning . . . big time. Dennis’ daughter Sandy had stored her friend’s car in the garage. When he came to pick up the car in early spring, he barely had enough transmission fluid in it to make it three blocks up the street to a garage. Where was the car’s fluid? On our garage floor. Not a thought was offered that he would clean it up. Today . . . let’s hear it for floor dry!
For five years Dennis’ friend Dwayne stored his tractor in our back garage. During those years, the tractor was taken out to repair a tire. But . . . not before the fluid had drained out of the tire. Dwayne would comment on coming over to clean up the floor, but never ever acted on that need. The task of that cleanup was started today but will wait for completion for another day. We work not for hours on end. We take things easy so as to not make it feel like work and drudge.
Today was a start in the cleaning. Not rushing into anything.
Dennis is in the patio porch watching some late afternoon crime shows enjoying a can of orange crush. I am in my bedroom porch with the last of the breakfast coffee.
No studio work for me today. There may well be little to no hand stitching today.
Dennis and I have had a great day. As luck would have it, the mosquitoes did not bother us in the garage. Yippee!
We have decided on waffles and Jimmy Dean precooked sausage patties for a quick supper.
With that I take my leave. ♥