Tufts
As I sat out on the fruit deck this morning with a cup of rich hot coffee, I couldn’t help but notice the tufts of colored leaves far up into the tree tops. Hmm. As we are halfway through September it does seem plausible.
We have a school bus that stops right south of our home in the afternoon right about . . . now. There is a grandpa that comes from the northwest, about two blocks away. His wife does day-care. Every afternoon he meets the school bus to walk four little ones back to his home. I can’t say that I blame him, the traffic on this thoroughfare is scary fast. Yes there is a penalty fine if you don’t stop when a school bus has flashing lights, but close calls do happen.
Saturday as Tom was putting down Dennis’ new carpet in the patio porch, all doors were open for air exchange. The little red pickup door opens to Stauffer Avenue. Tom could not believe the speed that vehicles flew by at with only 40′ to go before the four-way stop. Everyone is in a hurry. Me . . . not so much.
We have used our small crock pot for some good packages of “a meal in one container” of meat, potatoes and a vegetable for the crock pot, either beef or pork from Walmart. Today I browned two bone-less porkchops, just enough for a sear. Into the crockpot they went with 2 cans of cream of mushroom soup. By supper this evening, they will be falling apart with the soup to use as a gravy over potatoes. Good ole crock pots. As we don’t grill, it is still a great way to fix a no fuss meal.
Dennis seems to be doing better in finding a spot to sit upon with his bruised tail-bone. Tomorrow he turns himself in for some lab work and a visit to a doctor. Dennis has not been to a medical doctor since the end of February. Good going.
The two kitties that had gone AWOL a short time ago are doing better. Dennis is doing better, and I feel fine. Life on Stauffer, the best place in town.
With that I will take my leave. ♥