Ron’s eyeglasses were hanging on one of the chairs we use to play fetch with Jett.
I finally dragged out a wheelbarrow and added mulch to the driveway garden. Not a great day to work, hot and humid. The man at the hardware store said it feels like one of the Carolinas. Hoping for rain tomorrow, after the Williams College graduation in the morning.
I picked up Sweet 100’s, my favorite cherry tomato plants, $3 for a six pack, at the Farmer’s Market. Tried dropping off canned goods at the Food Pantry but although it’s advertised as open 24×7, the vestibule was locked.
Ron wanted red wine and framing wire, but he’d been drinking, so I drove him to Gold Leaf and then to Ace/Aubuchon. The sign for the wire was on the wrong aisle, but I hunted it down anyway.
Ron tore apart my framing project without asking me. Gave me yet another lecture – probably the 500th or 600th – about his framing work for his artist girlfriend. When I asked him to help me with mulching, he found an excuse not to. He did some vacuuming which was helpful.
Is this brain damage or bad character?
I made two nice pizzas with on-sale Brooklyn BRED traditional pizza crust, provolone and mozzarella cheese and tomatoes and sauce from the food pantries.
Strange, I had an idea that I wrote down, didn’t put online, and saw a YouTube video about the same subject. ESP with YouTube?