It Was a Tuesday Afternoon

This morning we got up early to go grocery shopping and at some point the day got away from us.  Because that can happen when you're retired.  In fact these days its nice when something fun happens spontaneously.

When we got home from errands there was a load of gravel being delivered.  And our friend the excavator said that mulch would be ready soon.  My husband thought perhaps we ought to try to use up last year's mulch so the bunker would be empty for the new load.  We always start on the areas that don't require edging and can be accessed from the driveways when the lawn is still too soft. The beds that are heavily planted with daffodils are also easier to mulch at this stage. I was going to take pictures but I never got around to it.

After we had mulched two beds, we tidied up around the material bunkers and then we sat down at the fire pit.  It was just after noon, about fifty degrees and quite still.  We were looking at the firepit with its stack of firewood that has been sitting there, unburned, since I stacked it there last August.  My husband said that if I thought I could get that soggy wood to burn we ought to open up a bottle of wine and sit by the fire.  Because that's what you do when its Tuesday afternoon and you're retired.

After awhile the next door neighbor came over to say "Hi".  We poured him a glass of wine.  Its his wine after all, he bottled it and that's what you do when its Tuesday afternoon and you're retired.

He went back to his house to get something to show us and we figured he would bring his wife back over.  So I went to the house and got a second bottle of wine.  Because that's what you do when its Tuesday afternoon and you're retired.

We were discussing how nice it was to be sitting by a campfire on a cool March afternoon, and someone mentioned marshmallows.  So I went in the house and got fixins for S'mores.  Because that's what you do when its Tuesday afternoon and you're retired.  

We had eaten our sweets and some roasted peanuts and the afternoon was growing old.  My husband asked the neighbors if they would like to have hot dogs for supper.  It has been a long time since any of us had had campfire hot dogs.  So hubby went in and got a tray of condiments and hot dogs.  Because that's what you do when its Tuesday afternoon and you're retired.

So next time you're a little bored or stuck in a rut remember - Anything can happen.  

Anything happens all the time.