Sweet Treat
This afternoon Dennis and I made a trip north. The kids had spied with their little eyes when they were out and about, a chair that might fit in nicely into our little home. Today that bright red cheery chair settled right into my bedroom which is also my reading room.
When we were settled, I tried out the adjustments on the chair . . . a total of six of those. I have never had a chair with which to read by that actually fits my body. In times past, I never gave my body a thought. Now, I know that teeny tiny voice that can be ever so annoying . . . is my body voicing its opinion. I now know to listen to it.
What made our road trip complete was stopping at the Dairy Queen for small sized ice cream cones. Yum! Our first of the season.
Dennis decided to mow our original lot this late afternoon. He heard of possible weather coming in for tomorrow. It is the last of the “first of the season” areas to trim. Dennis mows this first quite high to give it all a leveling out. He does have a method to his mowing. Early on, we decided I would not be doing any mowing. Using the weed whip is a movement of twisting at the waist like waving a wand for success. The push mower involves hitching up the shoulders as mowing in one straight line isn’t going to happen . . . not a good thing, lots of turning corners.
There was a half bag of pasta that I decided to cook up. Some all beef meatballs were thawed. A jar of Alfredo, a huge hand full of shredded cheddar cheese from the freezer, the pasta and the meatballs will be put in at 325 degrees at about 45 minutes. I always use my thermometer to make sure the dish will be piping hot. Thus is our supper. There is determination to continue cleaning out the freezer. Fear not . . . we will not go hungry whilst on Stauffer Avenue.
Good thing we had our sweet treat early in the afternoon.