Thunder is rolling, rolling. Hardly a break from one roll to another. The skies are dark and we know there will be weather warnings again. I cannot imagine how horrible the Louisiana situation can be for hundreds, perhaps thousands of people. From the several times this season that our backyard had been under water for several days, the smell was such you couldn’t wait until there was a breeze to help to dissolve the smell. The stench and disease in Louisiana gives pause for thanks being given for the blessings of our home.
On a lighter note, Dennis and I both have had haircuts within the last days. What a great fresh feeling. Low and behold, the gal that has moved in across Stauffer Avenue had held a beautician’s license in Colorado. Now, Jean, at age 71, does not feel the need to go through the ranks and files for a license in Minnesota. I can tell you, we feel that putting a few extra dollars in her pocket has given us the best of haircuts in quite some time.
Dennis has put together a hotdish for supper. The oven is heating and this will be a great treat for me. What a blessing that in this little home on Stauffer there are no lines drawn in the sand as to who should or must do specific tasks within our home. I appreciate it so much.