You are My Sunshine
It was a little timid at first, but by gum we have sun this afternoon. If the sun begins to participate every day, soon the studio will glean the sun’s heat on the studio’s south wall. I have enjoyed all the reading and cross stitch sewing . . . but.
This was our once-a-month spa day. It happens right here in downtown St. James. I don’t know about Dennis, but I feel like I have happy feet. My haircut is done so that over a month’s time, the hair may grow in length, but the way the hair have been cut, it has staying power in its shape.
I received a wonderful message from Stewart in regard to the quilt that arrived to their farm yesterday. It was a good thing to do for family.
We have a mechanic here in town. I would put his meticulous work ethic compared to Kevin’s. Loren looked over and took apart the ignition column of the little red pickup. The results are that . . . it is what it is. A brand new part or parts would most likely be as stiff as this 2005 ignition. So be it. We accept rather than expect all things to remain as it was when brand new. Loren did not charge Dennis for the shop time. A very nice fellow.
I have just finished putting together an oven meal for us. We have not had one for some time. Dennis has offered to wash up the prep dishes as well as cleaning the stove top. A few dried potato buds get away from Dennis when he whips potatoes up for us.
No one I know takes a three in the afternoon coffee break. I knew decades ago, that if I needed to hear my dad’s voice, especially in the winter months, all I needed was to call at three in the afternoon. Great memories. After mom and dad were gone, my sister and I would do a phone call at three in the afternoons to visit. Again, great memories.
With that I take my leave. ♥