"Um," Steve asked as he rubbed at the calluses on his hands and flexed his shoeless feet, "can we reconsider the dinner thing?" I laughed and handed him the menu I had ready on the side of my chair.
The White Supervisors were exhausted, too. It was a full day of running up and down the ramp to test each new tile as it was set in place. Then there was the helping to push sand into the spaces between pavers. And they had to march around on the extension to make sure all the pieces were even and did not wobble. Finally, the wilted nearly dead butterfly bush that I made Steve rescue from the Big Box Store had to be lovingly planted in real soil and nurtured with appropriate water and compost. The White Dog Army was too tired to jump up and down as Steve prepared their meals.
"Thought of you guys, too," I told them and showed them the large bowl of raw duck patties that I had defrosted for their dinners. "Tonight you get to live it up a bit...for all of your hard work!" To Steve, I added, "And you don't need to make pup dinners.
"Bless you, woman!" was his response. There was no response from the WDA, they had each managed to find their bowl and had faces buried in the joy of their favorite taste.
Here are a few photos of the day's efforts:
|Down the ramp. "This way," Sachi says.|
|Look what's new!|
|Isn't this awesome? There's momma's rescue bush; dad says we cannot help with its "watering"!|