It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do.
Jerome K. Jerome
The only time that I will have occasion and opportunity to idle, thoroughly, will be at the end of my days, when; there is nothing left for me to do, but sleep. However, on days like this late July scorcher, it's clear to see where Jerome was coming from. The work around here, outside and in can be overwhelming at times.
Now, more than ever, I take time out to favor my restless legs and tired feet. This old workhorse drops the reigns and pushes the heavy load aside and yes; I idle, but, unfortunately, oftentimes; my mind and body say no and deny me rest.
I do theorize that Jerome's mother was idling a bit or slipping off the wagon when she named the brilliant writer to be.
Some said that the English/humorist and playwright's work earned him the right to run with the wind, and he did and, moreover; he harnessed it! Jerome was best known for his literary work "Three Men and A Boat," and "Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow" both masterpieces. His life's workload was remarkable.
I'll bet he, often, jumped onto cloud nine exhausted and rested until his mother shouted his name, "Jerome Jerome Klapka come home-come home, get off of your idling duff and grab your quill and vellum; there is much work to be done!" That he did and more! The hats went on and he pulled them off and more went on. All fit the fellow fine.
And now, Jerome K. Jerome, I am sorry that I disturbed you. Go back to peaceful sleep. No need to turn over in your grave! Your work is done, but will never sit idle - shelved.
Last week, I told you that my eldest grandson shared some wonderful news with me about a happening I that took place at a well-known comedy club in Chicago, Saturday, July 19th. I needed to gain some information from Michael first. However, my informant is vacationing in San Diego with his favorite mom, Starla McHugh, fiancÚ Kayliegh Dawn Paige, his brother Daniel and girlfriend, Amber and son-in-law, Matthew Terry (Lindsay's husband). They enjoyed a comic book convention that is held annually and a few days of togetherness.
This week, they will be back to the usual grind and I'll find out what Michael was up to on that night beneath the bright lights. I'll bet that Jerome K. Jerome would have loved it. I know I would have treasured the moment, forever, had I been present to see the media focus their cameras on the action. Have I perked your interest?
I have been very busy mowing and trimming. I transplanted two evergreens that popped up by the side of the driveway, took my time and did it right, then several hours later mowed right over the best one.
When I finished those chores, I gathered some goodness from the garden and checked out the remaining peaches in the orchard. All are still days away from the basket, just beginning to show blush. Beautiful sizable and sweet juicy peaches of a different variety were picked earlier and processed for the freezer.
I caught three fox squirrels in the act of carrying off the oval thin-skinned purple plums. Winds of recent days dropped more than a few. The rodents, other foraging animals and those crazy crows cut into and digested the purple fruit of the trees that I have waited so long to bear. Lucky for us, we have the cherries safely cornered in the chest freezer. Can't say the same of the rhubarb. All gone! Those strawberry- rhubarb pies sure did make Paul Baby smile. Every tooth in his head got an airing. He threw out bouquets that I thought he set aside a long time ago. I kept those pies coming as long as I could.
On the downside, his stomach complained, but then, the fellow known for quick recovery tapped his fork on the table, ready to make another go of it. I offered-up a warm generous slice of zucchini bread cut from a freshly baked loaf. Boy that was a hit. I'm getting a new upright freezer. The good thing is; I didn't ask. That' zucchini is nice anyway you slice it.
I washed the coffee cups and pretty saucers and watched him scraped the empty pan and put the crumbs away. He believes in --"Waste not-want not." Paul Baby becomes excited when he gets a whiff of what's cooking in the kitchen of the little blue house at the end of the road. Leftovers are hit on also. He moves in sort of like a cockroach or a hungry mouse. Paul Baby is hard to catch.
Oh well, they say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. With fifty plus years of marriage under his adjustable belt, that goes unsaid. Unlike pests, he is grateful for what I serve up, with God's help, and the old boy is very welcome!
We'll be bringing in the sweet corn soon. It sure would be nice if we could have a corny as it sounds "corn on the cob" feed and invite all of you, but I'm a little short on plates.
However, I will have plenty of cobs on hand if your household budget strains and you need to get out of a bind. I thought I would pass that on before the corn comes out.
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