Ron and I have been fighting like cats and dogs. I don’t think it’s because of the coronapocalypse; this has been going on for a while.
I suggested a walk, and we went a fair distance, across the way to John’s Pond estates and around the neighborhood.
It was raining lightly when we started, but by the time we got back to Holly Farm and Dixon, it picked up a bit.
We put on the tea kettle and had hot rum drinks to warm up. By that time or maybe shortly thereafter, the rain became a wild thunderstorm. We were lucky to have missed it. Raisins and nuts for dinner.
This morning, I cleaned up the sawdust from the yard and managed to clog the shop vac, not bad enough to damage it, but loud enough to wake up the neighbors. We were able to get the clog out, finally, but that’s what started our day-long argument. I did get everything done before the rain, which was the objective.
After that, I did a shop at Stop & Shop, drove to the beach (Mashpee lots are open) but didn’t stay long and stopped in to the wholesale nursery for herbs, which I didn’t plant because I was ravenous. Brought home fried pickles and pizza for lunch.
I’ve spent a small fortune on food this weekend: vinegars from Gustare, produce and groceries from Shaw’s and S&S, Peet’s for the Nespresso, take-out from Moto.