Time Flies

Somebody must have greased the gears on the clock yesterday because time just flew by.  Given the options of going out for lunch or having chili here, Clay chose the chili (which I take as a great compliment) even though it wasn't raining.  I hurried up and put a pan of cornbread in the oven and heated the pot of chili, which is always better the second day when flavors have melded.  Clay's truck had gone on the fritz so after eating, we headed out to load trash in my pickup.  Holy cow!  Just cleaning out the shed filled the bed of the truck.  In addition to the fallen drywall and insulation, there was, of course, an assortment of "treasures" that Steve had picked up at yard sales and elsewhere but never used.  That man was an inveterate "picker."  He had a long commute.  If someone had put their trash out by the road and he saw something interesting on the way to work and it was still there on his way home, he figured it was fair game and would pick it up.  I'm not kidding.  I imagined every dark cloud in the sky was Steve frowning as we loaded this stuff in the truck.  Clay learned at the foot of the master and managed to slip a thing or two into his car.  "Hey, I might be able to use this someday."

We ran out of time as we raked, shoveled, and swept some semblance of order in the shed.  While I threw crates of acorns out in the field, much of what went in the truck was acorns, enough to make the truck groan.  I can imagine what the guys at the dump are going to say.  "This woman is a nutter!  Why was she hoarding acorns?  And why is she giving them up now?  And how did we get so lucky?"  I can see the landfill in a few years, a forest of oak trees.

There wasn't enough time left to make the run to town, so we called it a day.  What a pleasure it was to spend some time, any time, with Clay and I so appreciate his help always.  Faced with what seemed like an insurmountable task, it went much faster with the two of us working together.  I sent him home with a dozen eggs, cornbread, and some cookies.  A small thank-you for his help.

It was a good day.