Who Knew?
Who knew we would get rain over the early morning hours that has lasted well past noon.
Today was haircut day at the Curry Comb. When the calendar fills up with medical appointments, the hair is the last considered. The blessing is the appointments are not for me. Niece Brenda does a great job of the cuts.
We had a few groceries to pick up at Super Fair so I could whip up an oven meal for this evening. I had the leftover brisket and carrots from the crockpot meal of Sunday night. My plan was a beef stroganoff with carrots and pasta. I decided on whipping some sour cream into the hot pasta plus some alfredo sauce. I don’t think carrots are called for with stroganoff, but they sure had a great flavor to not include them.
Tomorrow we have a funeral in Windom. Dennis’ sister-in-law has passed away at age 88. Dennis is now the lone ranger of his family.
With the kitchen sink having been cleared of dishes to do and a load of laundry done, I am going to head outside and see how my Hosta transplants are doing with this cool dampness. Perhaps one more . . . just one more plant may be salvaged from the east portion of the acre. I do spy a perfect spot for it and it does have leaf patterns that are appealing. Time will tell for Thursday as the growth with lots of rain will indeed determine how large a hole to dig. Dennis’ daughter of Mankato has talked and talked about doing a Hosta dig for her yard. If she does get over here, I hope she has plenty of large containers to take them home in.
With the early afternoon left and no need to do more than turn on the oven for supper, the studio may even get the lights turned on for a bit.