“Give us the tools, and we will finish the job.”

Earlier this morning I heard drops hitting the deck. Being naturally skeptical, I went outside to see if I’d get wet. I didn’t. The drops I’d heard were from an earlier bout of a little bit of rain. Later, I went outside to take a couple of pictures of the front garden. The weather report popped up on my phone. I chuckled when I read rain will start in 21 minutes. I’ve started counting.

Outside is quite dark and still. The clouds are gray and the sun is elsewhere. I do believe it will rain. According to Google, it will rain 0.24 inches in Dennis.

This morning I got a wonderful surprise. Another hibiscus has bloomed, a light red hibiscus. I ran and got my phone and took a picture. What a wonderful way to start the day.

My dance card has a few events. The last summer concert is tonight, Irish music. I have a dentist appointment tomorrow,, just a regular cleaning, uke practice tomorrow night, a uke lesson on Wednesday and a concert in the afternoon. That’s it, but that’s enough.

Lately, I have had a dual personality. Some days I am lethargic at best, a prize winning sloth. Other days, I am a burst of energy cleaning and sorting, washing and drying and sweeping and mopping.

I have amassed the trash bags by the car for loading into the trunk. It is dump day!! It is the last dump day until Thursday. One of the bags was on the deck box. I found a hole in it. I also saw dog food cans in the backyard. Hmmm, I wonder how that happened.

The other day I bought a couple of hooks so I could hang lanterns on the deck. The lights in the two lanterns flicker like real flame. I grabbed the screwdriver from my tool drawer, picked out the two spots for my hooks and began screwing one into the deck rail. It wasn’t easy. I had to use a great deal of strength and a lot huffing and puffing until I got the screw almost totally in the wood. That’s when I noticed I had forgotten to attach the hook to the screw. I unscrewed, added the hook and re-screwed. It was easier the second time.

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4 Comments on ““Give us the tools, and we will finish the job.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    If you remember the Morton’s Salt TV commercial, “When it rains it pours”, then you would know what we have going on with the weather. Last night the rain began falling and it hasn’t stopped yet. The prediction is for it to end raining on Wednesday. This is after we had no official rainfall since June third. My wife texted me that our swimming pool is now filled to the top. We are under a flash flood watch because the soil is the consistency of concrete. The water is just running off of the ground and into the streets.

    This rain event sadly will not end the summer long drought. This is just a drop in the bucket of the twelve inches of rain deficit for the year.

    On the Next Door website, someone posted a video from their security camera of a person in our area driving up to their trash can and stealing the trash bag. You are lucky that you don’t have to shred everything with any sensitive information. I assume your city dump is secured. Or, the aroma would discourage dumpster diving. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I saw all the flooding in Texas on ABC Nightly News. The amount of rain in such a short time was beyond belief. Highways underwater and cars floating were some of the shots. We got less than an inch here, but I am hoping for more tomorrow. We have sandy soil which absorbs so much water if we ever get any.

      The western part of the state is getting the most rain, but as with you, it is hardly making a dent in the drought.

      I have little sensitive information as almost all my bills are on-line. The dump has metal containers in which you toss the bags. They compress the trash if it gets too high in the container. Good luck to anyone trying to find a specific bag. The dump actually has no odor. The old dump used to have smelly piles of trash. There aren’t even any seagulls flying round the dump now. Few people use a paid trash service where you leave barrels on the sidewalk.

  2. Mark Says:

    From what you have written about your father in the past, it would seem that you are indeed, your father’s daughter. We have all screwed something in and forgotten the attachment but some of us, myself included, seem to do it more often.

    • katry Says:

      I can actually put just about anything together and have no missing parts. I am not a visual learner so the writing, not the illustrations, is what I follow. My father never followed directions. The missing hook, though, is something my father and I would have in common!!

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