Sunday, July 07, 2019
Daily Notes- July 7th
G's brother Roger made this wooden bear from a big chunk of wood using a chain saw. It's small for a log (about 2-2.5 feet long) but it's really heavy. And Roger mailed it to us. Ten or 12 years ago. When I worked at the library. Toward the end of that 10 year period. The Bear has been on the front porch, under cover, since then. I think I've had it on the blog before. But I was thinking about him.
A tender face, huh? A tender man. He used only the chain saw to do the work. With a light hand.
The Soccer is finished. The USA Women's Team Won The World Cup. It was a good game. The Netherlands Team was a fitting rival. They left everything on the field. No regrets. New York City is organizing a huge parade.
I went out early (for me) to the grocery store. I had forgotten to pick up my inhaler refill yesterday. I needed it this morning. And I bought fruit and salad things for me. Meat and cheese for G. Chips.
No bread. I went to that section but none of it looked delicious to me.
Yesterday after soccer: I made up 7 jars of bread and butter zucchini pickles. Good thing I did. I went out to the garden and all the zucchini plants are only making boy flowers. The girl flowers are dropping off unfertilized. I need bees. No baby zucchini out there. None at all. I will need to go out and pollinate the girls by hand. But right now the sprinkler is on..
I haven't been reading class posts. For the patchwork class I am taking. Sigh. I have the cloth ready. But perhaps Jude isn't posting until next week. Perhaps we are all supposed to be gathering things.? I don't know.
Riley is in here panting. He went outside with G and stayed in the sun. and a black dog in the sun in July isn't a really smart thing. So I lied to him about going for a ride in the car and got him in the house. Bad me. And now I get to listen to him pant and try and cool down. I would suggest he walk over to the AC unit and let it blow on his hot little self. OHHHH--he had drooled all over my nice hardwood floors--gotta grab a towel.
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