Sappy Post

After another full day of lawn work I can barely move my fingers on the keyboard tonight, but am finally making enough progress that it is noticable. Several sections of lawn are now ready for summer, the flower bed that we have been working on is done for now. It will get some more in it later. Polly worked up the bed in the walkway and I put a few pansys in there, it will get more annuals later. At least I feel like progress is being made now.

I was working next to the road today, cleaning up where the snowplow had made a mess all winter when the town highway supervisor stopped to tell me that they would be sweeping the road in about half an hour so I might want to get the clothes off of the line before they kicked up all of that dust. I thought that was very nice of him. Then, when they swept the road, they took the extra effort to sweep it all over to the other side where I had not cleaned yet, and not make a mess of this side of the road which I had almost all done. I could almost have kissed the old guy who drives the sweeper for that one. But only almost.

It was actually warm enough that we got Grandma outside this morning. Polly and I were down to our t-shirts and Grandma was bundled up for winter, with a blanket over her too, but she was comfy and napped in the sun for a couple of hours. I had to wake her after Tony told me that they would be sweeping to get her in then. It seemed to help both her mood and her mind. She has been much better the rest of the day for it.

Now, for the really sappy part. Last night Mike told me that he would not be done until late so he would not be home. Normally I say "yeah, I get the bed all to myself" and have no problem. It had been a hard day yesterday so I was disappointed but did not tell him. I just said OK, I'll see you tomorrow. I went to bed and at about 10:30 was awakened by my dear hubby climbing into bed. I asked him what he was doing home and he told me that he could hear in my voice that I needed a hug. (All together now, aaaawwwww.) Not only that but as tired as he was he had taken a shower when he got home, just because he knows that Eau du Minging Trucker is not my favorite scent. I felt kinda guilty that he drove 65 miles home to only get 4 hours sleep before driving back just because I sounded down on the phone. Mike said he was just happy to do so for me. I definately have a keeper here.