I woke up Monday morning stiff and sore. My legs were
killing me (probably from all the walking behind the fertilizer spreader) and
so was my back (wiping out all the benefits from Saturday’s massage).
It was cold and getting colder (temps fell all day) with a
light rain that was supposed to switch over to snow after 4:00 p.m. I stopped
at Meijer’s to get some kitty litter before going to work.
I had planned to whine about how sore I was, but then Fred
came in and said he was sore. Thinking I had a fellow yard-work victim, I asked,
“You doing Fall cleanup, too?” he said, “Well, a little, But I finished a 10K
run on Sunday!” Chagrined, I kept my complaining mostly to myself. Thanks,
Fred!
Fred is 70 years old, BTW.
I went home at lunchtime and ate a bowl of my chicken noodle
soup.
Naturally, it was just before 5:00 p.m. when the snow
started. So, I had my first experience in driving home in snow on the
expressway. It wasn’t too bad, but almost everyone (wisely) reduced their
speed. I never got over 60 MPH.
I rolled the trashcan out the road and came in for the
night. I had a cup of coffee to warm up while I watched the news. Then I went
out to the garage and applied the shellac I had bought to the pages of the
books. This was my first time in a long time to use shellac and was surprised
at how watery it was! I put on several light coats (the paper pages just sucked
it up) and then decided it was done.
When I got back inside, I had a voicemail from my daughter, Melissa,
so I called her back. She wanted to complain about the snow and cold.
Apparently, she wasn’t ready. I commiserated with her and then we hung up.
Speaking of the snow, I checked and it was not enough to cover
the grass, but the shed roof and the bench out back were all white. It’s
beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and it’s not even Thanksgiving!
I warmed up more onion sausage and cabbage with bacon for my
dinner. I watched the taped, newest Anthony Bourdain travel/food show on CNN.
It had aired on Sunday and was about Detroit. Interesting and certainly provocative.
The coffee kept me up, and it was after 11:00 p.m. before I
could fall asleep.
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