The heater was to have arrived yesterday. In anticipation, I cleared out the hallway (another storage space) so that he would be able to roll it in with ease. And making use of the excellent weather, I worked outside all day...raking out a flower bed and adding mulch. Then I whipped out the power washer to clean the brick walkway of the weeds and moss. I had mud everywhere! My front was covered! And we don't want to talk about my face...blobs of mud on the forehead, cheeks, in the hair. Looked like I had been making mud pies. Every muscle known to man and then some were screaming. And no repairman in sight. At least let me know that you're not going to make it before the day is over.
So the phone call says that he'll be by after 8 a.m., this morning. I'm ready! Lord knows I am. It's about 2 p.m., when he pulled in. I'm still working and the muscles have moved past screaming to hysteria. I am definitely looking forward to going to work in the a.m., 'cause I have surely worked myself to death. While waiting, though, I came across an interesting fact for you to remember the next time you whip out the lawn mower.
This month marks the 3rd anniversary of my move to Tennessee. What an experience! Hope your Mother's Day was extra special.
Her children rise up and call her blessed; Her husband also, and he praises her. (Proverbs 31:28)Be safe. Be blessed.