Mr. and Mrs. Claus arrived yesterday, their sleigh loaded with goodies. Dang the virus! All of us wearing masks and keeping our distance, no kisses, no hugs, and I haven't seen Deb and Craig since Christmas or thereabouts (seems like forever). Under no restrictions, Michael got a large dose of affection from Craig, one of his favorites. It's no secret he enjoys the company of men. Their bounty included cases of juice and sparkling water, a case of fruit cups, a case of Gatorade (for the electrolytes), and two cartons of yakisoba. I tell you, I'm set for the duration, if the duration doesn't last too long. The Kids had things to do so weren't here more than half an hour. They had driven probably 75 miles to make this delivery...just a thank you doesn't seem enough. One thing that didn't change was the "Love you!" as they drove away.
I'll bet they hadn't gotten to Mt. Aukum Rd. before I ripped open a carton and put a package of frozen yakisoba in the microwave. Japanese stir-fried street food, yakisoba has wheat noodles, chock full of vegetables, with a very flavorful sauce. I could live off that stuff.
A strong wind from the delta blew in all day, but it didn't cool off much here until the afternoon. How welcome that relief was. We've been hovering close to or at 90 for days. Still drinking water like a survivor in the desert, I think I'm on the road to recovery, but didn't do much all day. At least Michael got in all of his walks.
The one sad note to the day was finding Lonesome Lulu had gone to hen heaven. She was a dear little thing, the last survivor from the flock BIL Stan had brought up. We had established a rapport, impossible with that rotten, evil-tempered rooster.
All in all, it was a good day.
Stay safe. Be well.
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Glad things are looking up!
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