Sweater boy. |
Summer was officially removed from the deck at The BungaLowell. The deck table umbrella was taken out of the stand, the glass table top was removed, and everything was set in the shed, along with the deck rug. The storm window was put back in place over the storm door, which involved acrobatics on a step stool and the front concrete stairs. I was a little worried it might result in a call to 9-1-1, but there were no mishaps or injuries. All of these tasks involved help to happen, so big thanks to Mom and StepDad for making the trip out.
Thanks to having made soup last weekend, there were containers to pull from the freezer. A hot lunch of cabbage and kielbasa soup was dined upon.
Stories were shared. Mom has a lone, random stalk of corn that magically appeared in the front yard and we laughed about putting up a scarecrow to protect it. Delivery trucks from Prime vans to freight trucks arrive at the farm where StepDad works, and despite the pavement ending and the road narrowing to a mere path, they continue onward beyond the building. I googled the address and the problem was right there on the map – with the location pin long past the end of the actual road, where the farmhouse stood ages ago, before it was moved down the hill. The mystery of “why” seems to be solved. Now, for a solution to notify the trucks to stop at the building.
Supper. |
According to the weather app on my phone, it will be 39 degrees around 4:00 a.m. and 38 degrees at 6:00 when it's time to get up for the day. Brrrr. The house temperature increases a few degrees during the day, but it won't warm up by itself tonight.
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