Well, another day has come and gone! I must say it seems that each day just blends right into the day before. But this day was different. It was Monday. Remember when Monday use to be “wash day”! Maybe some of you are not that old but I hate to say I remember it quite well. My Mom would drag out more clothes to wash but I can guarantee she did not like to iron.
But today I started a new project. You have heard me speak of my “little glass room” well, I have fixed a garden in front of it and today I rearranged everything so if I had company I would have somewhere to sit. Why is it when you start something things just start happening? The Hubby had a project going and he was calling me every minute to help him. Then a friend came by that I had not seen for a while and I just loved sitting and talking with her. Then it was back to the project and by this time it was afternoon and I kept thinking, “where did the morning go”? Of course we couldn’t skip lunch…..whoever would do that and finally after stopping to help the Hubby plant some flowers, I finished my project.
Ooops, I forgot to tell you that while I was doing the above mentioned things I was washing. It’s Monday so why would I not be doing that. I came in and folded the last load out of the drier and the Hubby took them upstairs to put away. Thank goodness for driers and the Hubby. He comes in handy every once in a while.
We noticed the sun was going down and the Hubby grabbed a Dr Pepper and I grabbed my favorite drink and off we went on the pontoon.
Talk about a wonderful ending to a full day of activities. It made me think of that old song called “Cruising down the River” on a Sunday afternoon. The Hubby and I smiled at each other and said, “THERES NOTHING LIKE LIVING ON THE LAKE”! Even if the water washes crap right up in your yard when it rains and the fishing tournament guys keep you awake all night long running up and down the lake. The only other thing is everyone that does not live on the lake is on it on the weekend. But that’s alright, we will share this beautiful place.
So we made a pack with each other and if you see two “love birds” out floating on Lake Malone at six o’clock each night you will know exactly who it is. We will be enjoying the moment, certainly hope you will be doing the same. Bye now!
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