END OF SUMMER . . . . ALREADY?

Good morning everyone.

I find it hard to believe that we are at the end of summer already and I have not had a chance to write since my last post about my appendix. I have been trying to figure out a way to get back to blogging, but it is like pounding my head against the wall – all it causes is a headache.

Even just now as I was typing the first two lines above, I got called away from my desk.

This summer has flown by with all that is happening.

My garden looks like a jungle of weeds due to the demanding job of babysitting and my month-long recuperation. Even now I have some residual pain that comes from bending and stooping and lifting, making it very uncomfortable to be out tending my plants.

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The weather has bounced from one extreme to the other – from unbearably hot and humid (anything over 70 ° is hot to me and it has been in the 80s and low 90s for much of the summer) to what has seemed like never-ending rain. I would like nothing better than to jump into November, but I will not go there for the sake of all of you people that do not like the cold and snow.
Bill has been busy mowing lawns and working on some building projects:

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We discovered mold in the back corner of our pantry because it is directly above the dryer vent in the basement and we had to rip out everything to clean with Clorox and then repaint with mold resistant paint. We got it all done and it looked pretty good until it was invaded by tiny black bugs in the dry goods.

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We had to throw out numerous bags of flour, spaghetti, macaroni, oatmeal, pancake mix and baking mixes. Then before we could re-stock, we had to go and invest in some airtight containers.

New air-tight containers.

New air-tight containers.

The red-topped malted milk containers were from when my dad was a baby.

The red-topped malted milk containers were from when my dad was a baby.

I have not decided what to do with my old tins, as I have had them for many years and love them; but I do not trust them now to keep out the bugs.

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Blessings for your day.

© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2013

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10 thoughts on “END OF SUMMER . . . . ALREADY?

    • Hi Pam. You are right; it seems like there is always something that needs tending to, and the order of priority always gets me confused. I need to improve my spiritual discernment I think. Thank you for stopping in. I enjoy reading your thoughts and am really going to try to visit more often.

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    • Thank you Noel for your welcome and your concern. I was attempting to slow down when I stopped blogging last fall, and it was nice to take a vacation; but I am a writer at heart and there was an empty spot in me that can only be filled when I am putting words to paper (or computer screen as the case may be). As I commented to Pam above, I really need to pray for spiritual discernment so that I know definitely what it is the Lord is telling me about my priorities. Blessings for your day.

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  1. How cool that you have your dad’s containers. I got some of the rectangular ones with the white top, and the button that pushes down to seal. I’m very pleased with them. And I think the birds will be very pleased to find new houses to dwell in. Weeds just can’t be trusted! May your discomfort subside and allow you to do whatever you want to do.

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    • Thank you Patti. I really have missed your sense of humor. 🙂 My dad could not tolerate milk so had to have malted milk when he was a baby, and I ended up with the jars. The white topped containers are a little different than those you have. These have a handle on the top that lifts up to open, and then folds down to seal — Better Homes and Gardens at Wal-Mart. I am hoping the birds like their new homes when he gets them up in the spring. They love the feeders that he has made – so do the deer and squirrels. And I agree with you about the pesky weeds. They apparently don’t know their place – which is out of my garden. Thank you Eve. (I’m going to be one of those in line to talk to her when we get to heaven) 😉 God bless.

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