What a Morning
This morning, I sat on the edge of my bed at seven. Just in time to see Dennis heading down third avenue towards the west. He was determined to get the new blades on the Sears rider. Nephew Brett’s garage is on the west edge of town, while we live on the east edge. Go to where the tools are!
It was just a bit after eight and here came Dennis grinning from ear to ear. New blades on and balanced. He recounted that four of the young fellows put the mower up on ramps and with air compression wrenches, it was a five minute job.
With a new cup of hot coffee, the patio porch was beckoning Dennis. As I was doing laundry in the bathroom, I kept hearing sounds of machinery. I opened the front door and . . . nothing. Back in the bathroom, I looked out the window to the east and saw a glint of metal reflecting. I telephoned Dennis and let him know the old blue barn was coming down on our tax forfeit lot. Now that needed investigating . . . right now. How sweet that will be to have the building cleared off and no longer tempting kids to play in unsafe conditions. More needs to be done in regard to trees that need clearing. Plenty of time to contemplate the next chapter.
Today began the next step in the prescription of the orthotic shoes Dennis will need to make up in the left foot’s shortcomings . . . literally. It will be a pair of shoes as the shoe for the right foot has been worn down.
This evening was a Subway supper. Very tasty indeed.