Whew!
We both have had a lot of fresh air today. It wasn’t the greatest day to be outside, but just like little kids we managed to get our shoes muddy.
I headed out for my walk this morning. It felt like what I needed after the bedding was in the laundry doing its thing. Being indoors only lasts for so long for each of us. The stretch down Stauffer Avenue and then swinging around the truck route takes me along the Hammond Highway until 11th Avenue . . . and our driveway. A mile done felt good. I did go in for a bit as my nose was red. I noticed Dennis was raking up the hay from the deer feed that is now over. I put my shoes and stocking cap back on and joined Dennis in the backyard. I began picking up branches. Where to begin! I know they are too wet to burn, but Dennis told me to stack them next to his burning ring for another day. Again with the red nose, I headed into the house.
As I had heated up a cup of breakfast coffee the phone rang and I settled in for a long chat. It was my brother, Calvin, in Iowa. We had not chatted for some time and catching up was needed. Calvin reads my blog every day but I needed to hear from his side and his take on the world. Calvin had read that Dennis’ McDonald’s coffee was doomed. I shared with him that Dennis would be doing a bit of entertaining on Tuesday morning in the patio porch. When Calvin and I hung up, Calvin called and bent Dennis’s ear for a bit. A good time of sharing. Priceless!
When I had come in from picking up branches I had left my muddy shoes on the bench outside. Leave it to my helpmate. Dennis brought in my walking shoes this afternoon and headed to the laundry sink in the basement. They will be fit to take on my walk tomorrow without flicking off mud globs likes the old farmer that I am at heart.
Tonight is the last night of the leftover hotdish. Neither one of us mind leftovers. It does seem to get better each time as we each heat up our own plates in the microwave. Beggars can’t be choosers. With all the fresh air that we took in . . . it’ll be extra good. Tomorrow night will be a new night for the supper digs. Can you hardly wait!
Leftovers do bring a dessert treat. The grocery store was having eight inch cream pies on sale when I was in there on Friday. Yup, a slice of the cookies and cream pie hit the spot last night, just as it will this evening.
Blessed are the Sundays when we seek the good in our lives and find restoration for a new week.