What's Your Order ?

My Sunday escapade not at the Church ...it's outside doing the cleaning of the sidewalk, watering cleaning the porch. Three loads of laundry then when tumble dried folded them one by one hang them in the closet and later iron what needs to be ironed. New set of pants and shirts were also cleaned and ironed. Getting ready for the school opening on Wednesday. It should be Monday, first day of the week but hey you know what? It's Labor Day tomorrow. So that falls on Holiday. If you have a job, that's great day to celebrate. If you're out of work what labor means to you? For the new Mother who are in labor yes you've got to celebrate. For others and me let us celebrate it that we all labored for the good of mankind. Other countries set a time for this in a meaningful way by planting more trees in the yard, in the forest where there is absence of trees that were cut down for harvest. How you celebrate the holiday? I wish to plant a tree that cover our windows certainly the heat of the sun is very irritating. The radiant sunlight passing through our windows are strong enough to get us sunburn. Curtain? Even if there is curtain or blinds to cover the windows still is > the location where we are is simply made me think that somehow we are at the core and that's a BS! I hope we are not in Indonesia. God almighty it is so hot in here. The trees might produce rubber sap in no time.

Naptime from 2pm to 5pm actually woke up earlier daydreaming of my plan. Then my daughter entered the room and told me something. She was murmuring about something. I asked her again to repeat what she just said but she's reluctant to repeat the words. I know it was suppertime. The hubby cooked our supper. When I went to the kitchen, there was one hamburger left on the metal tray. Melted cheese around the tray not on the burger. I took the buns and heated it on the toaster oven, spread mayonnaise on the bun, add lettuce, tomatoes and that's my kind of burger. Later my hubby asked if I got the burger with the cheese. I just looked at him and almost to the point of sassing him but I let him talk his way. All the melted cheese on the tray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The cheese melted and moved on the tray. Then my son arrived I first thought he had his supper at work but no. He asked me to cook him hamburger which I obliged because he hasn't eat lunch? I first thought I made lunch of chicken fingers at lunchtime. Hmm--- What's goin' on? Am I dreaming or what? Or it's the heat the suffocating weather that we have today that makes them eat, eat, and eat again. They are probably playing chess or checkers ah. He must have liked the burger that I cooked and then he asked for another one. Goodness! It feels like I'm in a restaurant with orders.