What’s This?

What’s this?  It is a posting in the forenoon of this Saturday.

I have just completed a check of our inventory in the basement pantry.  Yes . . . Dennis wants to go to Mankato.

For the week that we have had, Dennis may want to be in his little red pickup schmoozing down the highway.  Many of our age and our friends are getting ready to spend their late falls and winters in other locations. 

What a blessing that the two of us are content to make the 45 miles to beef up our pantry.

I mentioned our last week.  It began with the last payment of our vehicle.  Grandson AJ put the newly painted shutters back on the house.  On to the blue barn acre,  Dennis’ cousin Bruce had time to take out any and all trees that were nothing but . . . too much.  Grandson Ryan came over that same afternoon and pushed limbs and branches onto the already huge pile of debris.  Surprise!  Our neighbor had time in the evening of Tuesday to pull more crap out of the south lot line and onto the huge pile it was pushed.  Our main tree man didn’t think he could have the debris hauled out until very late fall.  The tree man had a cancelation.  By Friday morning when Dennis took a drive over to the acre . . . he just took in the site of the acre having been cleared.  My, oh my.

Dennis had had all his wishes granted.

Late Friday afternoon, my wish was being granted.  We had been on the Watson boys’ list since late last winter to have our furnace vents moved from the north side of the house, where the sun never shines on it, to the south.  At three yesterday the Watson van pulled into the drive.  By four the deed had been done.  No more having to worry about the ice building up, shutting off the furnace, or for that matter, to get through the snow.

This morning, I decided to grit my teeth and see how much mess there was to clean up after having had two holes drilled through the south basement wall of the studio.  I did the white glove test.  All that will need a Swiffer dust wand is a few foam insulation crumbs that escaped during static cling . . . nothing else.  How sweet is that!

A whirlwind week it has been.  Perhaps a trip down the highway and we will call it a mini, mini holiday. 

Where once an overflowing job-jar sat, can now have a jar of peach jam sitting.

What this has been is a blog post while also doing a week’s recap of life on Stauffer Avenue.  Don’t you just love it!