Visitors.

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I had been running so slowly I lost track.  Still, after a short allowance, I was ready.  They used the weed whip, or picked up branches, or raked, taking turns.  I got on the mower, cutting what I could under the tree and on the far side of the garage and along the driveway.

After mowing, I grabbed a rake and helped with branches.  I checked occasionally, to see how my guests were doing.  I took the lead in resting.  Raking, gathering branches, and raking twigs is a lot of work.  But they didn't want to seem like quitters.  We got about three quarters through when they agreed it was time.

I was quite happy with the help, and what was done.  So I was planning when to finish.  Just a little help can get me to walk a bit further along the path of an effort.  Remember the poem about two footprints in the sand.  Sometimes only one?  Sometimes the singular is Him carrying me, sometimes it is me going as I must, allowing Him to go to those lost or in greaer need.  But sometimes, I need start up help.  Perhaps to finish yet today?

As it turns, they plan to return, to help finish.  Fine.  Then I will get back to the upstairs, dishes, etc.  I opened the house back up.  The thermometer reads 70°?  Without the furnace or oven, with windows and doors open?  Very strange.  Even the upstairs is open, if the door to it is shut.  I must be spitting out heat like a radiator.  I raise the temp, upstairs, from 61° to 66° in an hour, and to 69°after three hours.  Yeah.  But I have a fan... I do up there, too!  Yea, kicking out some serious heat.

I will take over mowing from now on.  I like doing it.  I just finished a rest after.  Now to do a few things.  The dishes were washed and rinsing, laundry had been given another tumble... and a few other things.  Not a bad start.  Yes, back to the indoors.  A trim, dishes, and a shower.  Later.