It has been a very, very, busy day. Don't get me wrong, this is good, I'm just tired and my feet hurt. I've some routine maintenance to handle when at home this evening, so my easy chair time is still far into the future. I'd hoped for a quiet night of blogs and book, perhaps a cup of tea - and this might still happen but I'd bet not.
Here's a quick snap I took early this morning of my driveway...see those leaves -
The leaves are task number one. I think of them as nature's art. She, my boss and love of my life, looks upon these dropped remnants as clutter and insist the whole lot be removed. Her taste in art is limited.
I have a several firearms to clean. A pleasant enough task on a weekend. I like to open the garage door for fresh air and stand and swab and wipe with the smell of Hoppe's Number 9 to keep me company but not when my blasted feet hurt. Ah, well.
She called...said I will find pork chops in the refrigerator. You do understand the implication, don't you. Me too. It means, for those of you that voted democrat, "Boy, cook dinner." She calls me, boy.
Oh, now you democrats don't go and get your panties in a wad....you people are so sensitive.
When I first stepped from the house, this morning, the weather was great. High fifties, bit of fog that within minutes turned to light partial clouds from which the sun peaked...nice. Now, cloudy, sixty-six. Maybe, rain. The ole chimney will remain smokeless tonight.
My gaze is drawn to the clock. Tick-tock it counts down my workday. Outside I notice light car traffic, many pedestrians. All march towards home, all with the exception of me for still I'll wait for that last second customer. Shortly I'll flip on the outside lights and slowly begin to wind down my affairs. The shop will need a quick sweep, the coffee pot readied for morning brew, till emptied and balanced, books tallied, and before you know it the alarm will single another day back to the trenches.
See you tomorrow.
Stephen
I always think of leaves & sea shells scattered about, like these, as art. Wish I had a better camera when I am at the beach. My little one just doesn't do them justice. Bad lighting, I blame it on...
ReplyDeleteI used my Blackberry (yes, old school) and it takes pictures about as good as my boots. Thanks, Sugar.
DeleteDays tend to go like that, as John Lennon so astutely observed: "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans." His politics aside, that was pretty clever.
ReplyDeleteI hope you get a chance to take a load off, soon enough to help.
Politics aside he was a very bright man. Finally got my load off, ten minutes ago.
DeleteStay safe...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bro.
DeleteI recently went through my safe and cleaned, mostly wiped, a few of my friends. Took about 9 hours. Still have leaves to dispose of myself. The leaves are never as relaxing as the wiping, wonder why that is?
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel. I try and blow all our leaves into my neighbors hedge...works, most of the time. BTW, linked your site here. Visited you place...like it. Thanks, my new friend.
ReplyDeleteStephen,
ReplyDeleteThe leaf blower is better than having to sweep them all up.
Do you have an attachment to the blower that sucks them up into an attached bag?
Enjoy relaxing with a good book and some tea.
I agree, blower. Hate rakes. No, I haven't a vac I instead blow them into my neighbors yard...they don't seem to mind.
DeleteLeaves are a distant memory up here in the arctic.
ReplyDeleteLove the comfortable dishevelment of your desk . . and particularly like the sweet screensaver.
Unlike the arctic we here in the South have both an Autumn and Spring drop of leaves. Even as I type billions of the little boogers twinkle and twirl towards the ground. Sometimes I absently walk about and drop random matches. The smoke curls gracefully towards the sun and the fire departments scramble. I always welcome them with a cup of fresh coffee.
DeleteAnd forgot to mention the screensaver. Its a picture of my Little Bit in her school uniform. Thanks, she is sweet.
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