I thought the congressional hearing today was a very good presentation. I don't understand how anybody who watched these can argue that Donald Trump should not have been subpoena'ed.
But. They will.
It was raining for the first part of the day, and that was okay. I had to stay close to home anyway. The gas company was coming to cut the line. We are switching to a different supplier. Tim is convinced it will pay off in the long run, but given the uncertainty of oil supplies right now, I am not sure how it will work out.
So, staying home, I found plenty to keep myself occupied.
I channeled my inner "Pat" today and cleaned out the refrigerator, took it all apart, washed it, reassembled it and, I must say, I did a great job. I'll look like an idiot when I tell you that I have walked by it a
couple times lot of times, and opened the door just to admire its gleaming white interior and the neat arrangement of my foodstuffs.
I also did some cleaning in the basement today.
Laundry, three loads of it.
We didn't know for sure when the gas company was coming to shut off the gas, so I put together a crock pot full of soup from last Easter's ham. Tossed in the potatoes, carrots, celery, cabbage and onion. Seasoned with bay leaves and thyme. Let it simmer all day while I folded laundry and watched the congressional hearings.
Terribly organized, aren't I? I was all set for the shut off.
The gas company stopped by to let us know that they'll be back to do the work tomorrow.
It was a good day for getting things done though.
I was washing supper dishes when Tim pulled on his boots and headed out the back door. "What are you up to?" I asked in an absent minded way. His answer shocked me spitless. I whirled around in amazement and said, "WHAT?????!!!!"
He looked at me confused.
I repeated myself. "WHAT are you doing???!!!"
He said, "I'm cleaning my ditch." He was referring to a small ditch that he had dug to guide the water from the downspout away from the house.
I need to get my hearing checked.