Got to use the Stihl because Ron was hurting from yesterday’s clean-up. It’s fun!

Tom Capizzi came over with a revised proposal for creating a new room in the basement.

Today Ron and I did some clearing of cat briar and other nuisance weeds around the spots where we hang the hammocks.

Last night, we attended a lecture at the Cotuit Center for the Arts about oyster farming on Cape Cod. Two oysters each were provided.

Unplugged the bathroom sink this morning.

Ron and I cleaned out the grass garden at Edgewater today. To my astonishment, there’s already a good 6-8 inches of new growth on one of the big grasses.

Crocus have started, also the grass in the oval. Much, much earlier than last year!

Khamla got a job offer and has given notice.

Ron’s biopsy came back negative.

The surgeon removed the pin from Ron’s foot. He is now permitted to walk bandage-less.

Best of all, Ron’s knee surgery has FINALLY been approved by the Worker’s Comp administrator.

I was going to bring Mr. Fluffles in for grooming, but we just can’t afford it. It’s not so much the grooming fee, but the anesthesia. Mr. Fluffles has the groomer too terrified to work on him unless he’s unconscious.

I don’t blame her.

Ron gave me a pair of gauntlet gloves to wear, and after trying all kinds of different grooming tools, I finally found one that seems to work.

It’s a great device with two sets of combs, one fine and one coarse. It works extremely well on Fluffles’ undercoat, and I was able to get rid of several nasty knots today, especially with the gloves on for protection.

It’s defined as a watery meat and vegetable stew, possibly derived from the reddish mud deposited in mine sluices, and Ron said his father would have used the term to describe tonight’s supper.

It’s a real word for a real dish, ugly-sounding, but there are recipes for it that look pretty good.

I made a thrown-together, one pot meal tonight, giving Ron fair warning ahead of time: a little cooked chicken, a can of vegetable soup from Ron’s old Berkeley larder, a can of kidney beans, leftover brown rice, and a good handful of Cheddar cheese.

Altogether satisfying I say, no matter what you call it.

We did some errands in Falmouth, then took a drive to the harbor to watch the sun set.

We ended up at the BBC for pizza two-fers.

Made me feel like a teenager again, only this time, with a proper date, and someone I like very much at that!