The Fourth of July sure comes fast
The next door neighbor fired up their chainsaw before eight in the morning. Cutting and sawing tree limbs. Running a leaf blower feels like having your teeth drilled on first thing in the morning. There seems to be no sleeping in until 10 in the morning and gradually waking up to some bacon and eggs for breakfast. Instead, mom made a pot of oatmeal which will probably be cold when I eat it. It is only nine and the news is over on channel nine. The temperature is suppose to be in the upper 90's today. I hope the rest of the day is more restful and successful than the beginning.
1 Comments:
At 3:44 PM, Lew said…
Oatmeal. What comes to mind is the word "gruel" or possibly porridge. In the time of Charles Dickens and Oliver Twist didn't they eat oatmeal but it was called gruel? Lew
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