Fight Club

Yesterday, Ron refused to eat until late afternoon. His driving scared me – one too many near misses – and I insisted on taking over.

He argued with me constantly over everything from his prescriptions to the cost of gasoline.

The latest political campaign in Mashpee has gotten nasty. There’s a rumor that one of the Select persons complained to the Town Manager about door knocking in the Select person’s neighborhood. The complaint never went anywhere.

In Ukraine, it’s gone from cruel to unspeakable, with a UN report that Russian troops have been torturing children. One third of the population has left the country. Russian men of draft age are trying to escape to Finland, Armenia, Georgia, Montenegro and Turkey.

Got back a while ago from a two-hour standout for a SB candidate followed by a food shop and a trip to the bank to square away my Debit card, which had been frozen due to an overseas software purchase.

I washed the front siding with a Windex product and a soft brush. Surprised how well that worked.

Heard from our handyman. He’s lined up a painter to work on our railings. I asked if he’s going to scrape and wood fill; haven’t heard back yet.

The Rose of Sharon plants dug up during the septic inspection seem to be hanging on.