What’s Left
What’s left if Minnesotans have no weather issues to talk about.
As we drove home from Mankato on Thursday, I couldn’t help but notice that the fields were bare. Knowing farmers as I do, you can’t tell me there isn’t one in the bunch that isn’t itching for the new season of field work . . . that is unless they are down south for the winter lying to each other.
Alas, our neighborhood has gone dark. February 1st must have been the agreed upon date when Christmas lights would be no more.
Dennis’ grandson, AJ, is here watching crime television with Dennis in the patio porch. I am sure, seeing his parents up the street was first on the list. In this day and age, its just special.
I have noticed that Robo calls are almost a thing of the past. I am getting political text messages. That is just one stroke away from hitting spam. I have a huge number of blocked numbers on my phone, almost as many as the number of emails that I have blocked. My goal is to enjoy my days in as much peace and quiet as possible.
The chili was a hit last night. There is one bowl for each of us for supper. The remainder of the large batch is in freezer bags in the freezer for another time.
By the way . . . the furnace has enjoyed a respite during days such as we have had. Bring it on.
With that I take my leave. ♥