Tuesday's Tale

Tuesday was another beautiful day in Michigan. I went grocery shopping at lunch to Kroger's (I was busy Saturday, as you might recall). I was disappointed to see there were no baggers or packers like they have on the weekends. But between me and the checkout lady, we got 'er done.

When I got home after work, I changed clothes and treated the cats. Then I went out back and moved all the firewood for the chimmenia. After some major mental misgivings, I have decided to have the nearest (to the house) old maple tree cut down.

This will accomplish two things. The number one thing is that it completely overhangs the house, so every time they predict high winds, I worry about falling branches. And, number two, I can't pull my vehicle into the back yard (say to hook up my trailer) without driving across Jake's patio.

Since it's been stacked up there for four or five years (since I first trimmed the trees when I moved in) most of it was infested with some sort of bugs (termites?). I only light the fire in the chimmenia once or twice a year, you see.

I went back in the house and heard the phone ringing. I ran (as much as I can run) but it already went to voicemail. I checked the caller ID and saw it was my daughter, Melissa, so I called her back.

We talked for a long time (I didn't notice the time when we hung up). I was hungry, but not inspired, so I warmed up a can of Dinty Moore beef stew for dinner.

I watched TV until bedtime.