Today was a day to be thankful that severe weather didn’t reach our portion of the state. I stayed up last night past my bedtime and kept an eye to the west, not a single lightning strike was seen.
Dennis was on the highways this morning fetching supplies for nephew Brett’s concrete business. I, on the other hand, finally dressed for the day by 11:00 a.m. Oh, that’s right . . . I am retired. . . no need to get my undies in a bunch. Not to worry, nothing goes unattended or undone, I can pick and choose from yard work, house work or putz work in my sewing room.
I do have empathy for those who need to labor in the heat and humidity. In times past, I and my brothers may very well have been stacking hay bales in the haymow on a day such as this, hustling at that before the next hay rack came into the yard. Looking back, it was hard work and I know my parents appreciated every bit that us kids could contribute.