Dude is a dynamo. I'm in awe of what he can get done in the shortest amount of time. Admittedly, I move at a snail's pace these days, but the guy is a whirling dervish and he does a good job. Yesterday he took out the offending scrub brush down by the road and cut up the fallen oak branches in the front yard. He turned the big stuff into firewood and stacked it and, it being a Burn Day, burned all of the leafy, twiggy stuff. Burn Days are taken very seriously up here and there are penalties involved, not counting the fire danger, if the rules are ignored. There were some smaller chores, too, but the one that pleasures me the most is the front walkway from the driveway to the house. When we moved in, the walkway was wide enough to back a pickup truck all the way to the porch...sure made the move-in easier. Over time, the herb garden jumped its boundaries and the junipers grew out of control and the walkway was reduced to a narrow path, not nearly as welcoming. Dude cleared both sides so that it is now as it once was. It may not be significant in the grand scheme of things, but it makes me happy.
Had a good conversation with eldest son Dave while he was doing prep work in the kitchen. He had invited his Club for dinner and was making chicken noodle soup for fifteen! Those days are far behind in the rearview mirror for me, but I can appreciate his efforts. All my Kids are good cooks, I'm pleased to say.
I looked around yesterday, really looked, and realized that all the hyperactive spiders had turned the house into a replica of Miss Havisham's mansion (Charles Dickens, Great Expectations, 1861). Well, not a mansion here, just festooned and draped in cobwebs. That's top of the list today.
Stay safe. Be well.
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