Tuesday feels like Monday
Days of the week can be a conundrum for Stauffer Avenue’s older ones. That is why our calendar has a spot on the dining room table.
This morning with stain pail in hand, Dennis did do a walk around the front of the house where our deck is. Sure enough, there was a spot here and there that needed some stain. When the brush was put into the pail, it did not have a problem touching the bottom of the pail. The top of the pail was stepped on and will be set aside until some time later. There was plenty of stain to do the anchor posts of the deck.
It was time for a grocery run. We use a few items that we can’t use up by the sell by date . . . milk. We generally use it to make instant potatoes. This evening it is beef wieners and beans for supper. Yesterday while working on the deck, there were wafts of people in the neighborhood doing grilling. The aroma of hot dogs sure smelled good. Thus . . . our fare for supper.
Dennis’ one request was ice cream. So be it. My add-on was butterscotch topping.
The air is heavy with clouds that look like they might have a shower or two in them. That would be welcomed. Over these last days there were several Hosta that just plain gave up. The leaves are totally burnt. Oh well. There is always next year for perennials.
There may be some 70s in the rest of this week. Sweet.
I am heading back to my cherry chair for some stitching. I finished a book last night and have not yet pulled out another one from my stash.