Sweet!
After these two old farts have done the best we can to get ready for the change in seasons, we had a road date.
After haircuts and pedicures . . . life is sweet. We take care of as much as we can and of course the two of us put the two of us as last on the list.
The air is cool and perhaps tonight will be a hard enough frost that the hosta can be cut down for the season. Dennis asked if it would hurt if they were cut back too far. At this point in time . . . give it all you have. I may have mentioned that three months of enjoyment in the yard perennials doesn’t pencil out with the numerous appointments for help with injured body parts later on.
I don’t think I will rethink the flower issue. My MaMa didn’t raise no fool . . . not honoring what my body can handle is foolish. After all, they don’t put your name on a brick in the sidewalk out at our Mayo Clinic and Mayo Hospital. Not even an “I thank you” note for the numerous occasions of frequenting the establishment. I think there are a few lights that can remain on due to my wonderful health insurance.
Tomorrow is a day we have not got a single plan for. We’ll see how it shakes out.