That Was Different

High temperatures were predicted yesterday, so it was a surprise to find a heavily overcast sky and a cool morning.  I was in the process of texting Beau, suggesting it might be a good day for The Kid (his nephew) to do some weed-eating, when who should show up at the door but Kid himself and his dad.  I showed him what needed to be done and told him I wasn't going to stand around and supervise because I trusted him to do as asked.  After his father left, I also told him there was no shame in calling it quits if he got tired or it got too hot.  Weed whacking is hard work and has wiped out older men than The Kid.  I'm glad I had said that, because it wasn't long before the overcast burned off and it got hot in a hurry.  Kid hung in there for a little more than an hour and got the high stuff around the front yard cut down.  It's certainly not all that needs doing, but it was a start.  I drove him home, and we discussed the fact that I get up early so if he wanted more work (i.e., the money), he could come while it was still cool.  I think we've got a deal.

When my Kids were still home, I would make monster meatloaves.  (To say they were good eaters would be an understatement.)  I now make the same amount of meat mixture, but make individual, one-serving size loaves, bake them off, and bag and freeze them.  Yesterday, I ended up with ten.  To go with, broccoli salad sounded good, so made a big bowl of that, too.  I talked with Cam, who was just leaving to go pick up prescriptions, and told her that if she would stop by on her way home, she wouldn't have to get out of her truck and I would provide curbside service and bring out dinner to go.  I split the meatloaves between us and filled a container of salad.  For someone who is as active and hardworking as Camille, this recovery period is difficult.  The trip to town really tired her out.  I hope she enjoyed her dinner as much as I did.

After nothing but clear blue skies all day, these beautiful clouds at sundown were a surprise as I was going down to the barn.

Even more surprising and spectacular was the change in colors as I was coming back up.

It was a good day.