Saturday, July 06, 2019

Daily Notes- July 6


My front yard peach trees.  My peaches.  I guess all that rigamarole with the seed cloth wrap and reducing "property values" on the street worked.  The last Spring frost didn't kill my peach blossoms. G reports there are lots of tiny plums on the Queen of Plums as well (my eyes can't see them).  And the blueberry bushes are heavy with still green berries.  It's all good.

I sorted more scraps of cloth in the sewing room.  Still not enough carpet clean enough to use the vacuum.  I don't want to run over something that I hadn't noticed was on the floor and wreck my vacuum. I've done that enough.

My hip and knee still hurting.  And I am not sleeping well.  G hasn't installed the AC unit for the bedroom "wing" as yet.  He says he'll do it today.  I have pickles to make.  Riley is doing okay.  He had a few shaky moments last night as it got dark but we wiggled him out of it.  Distracted him.

It's already over 80 degrees at 10am.  Going to be a very hot day.  Mainers will be driving to the ocean.  It's just 20 minutes away.  We never go.  There's even a great sandy beach where they make  Hollywood movies.  We don't go there simply because we have no idea how to get there. And there would be no where to park anyway.  That's how Maine keeps out the foreigners.  No parking.  Strictly enforced.  Nothing like a day at the ocean beach and then finding your car has been towed away.

Most of the shoppers at my local in Town grocery store are wearing bathing suits and cover ups. In Town to buy things for a lunch cook out.  We also have camp counselors buying cartfuls of food to take back to camp.  Like the entire hot dog section and six huge watermelons.

I keep forgetting to go into Town.  We are running out of everything.  G was eating a sandwich-with bread-- and I asked where he had found bread?  He said  there's a note taped to the cupboard   "Bread for Sandwiches in the Freezer."   I wrote that note a long time ago. A long time ago.


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