It is Saturday morning, the day before Fathers’ Day, June 18 2022. I just finished a wonderful breakfast my spouse prepared, French toast and bacon, with a couple of cups of black coffee.
I am preparing for a day out in the yard for as long as I can stand it.
It’s 9:36 AM in the morning, and we expect the temperature to reach the high 90’s, but I’m guessing we’ll hit triple digits again…38 degrees for my friends that generally work with Celsius rather than Fahrenheit.
311 degrees for those that prefer Kelvin.
I’ve got trimming to do around the property, around the fence line. I probably ought to get a little mowing done there in the dog patch as well. Lisa already went out to the orchard to water our new fruit trees, and she did some spraying for pests (read “ticks”) around the pool and raised flower beds as well.
Dane and I will get some things squared away here in the living room in anticipation of arrival of the new television set tomorrow. Both Lisa and Dane have mentioned how quiet it has been without the television set running constantly. I even looked up from my laptop once to nod at them.
I will admit that the absence of the living room tv has been manageable. Lisa and I have spent more time out in the pool this week, and I’m better for it. I also worked with my daughter’s dog, Ruthie, to make sure she can get in and back out of the pool on her own. She’s half standard poodle, so she has a bit of a water affinity. Last thing I want to see is a drowned pet in the pool.
I could talk about stuff in the news, but just getting started on that will just get me depressed.
I hope the world is treating you better than you deserve.
Peace y’all.
