We picked up quite a few nice things at the winter farmer’s market at Mahoneys. Only two farmers, though.
I fixed Ron’s van!
The door locks had frozen into closed position. I was able to free them up with a big screwdriver. Similar setup as the hood latches.
I am in a horrible mood, partly because Ron yelled at me about not being able to hear me rather than expressing appreciation, and because one of our neighbors has a lousy, imperious attitude toward us. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m fond of her son, I’d be tempted to go over there with a baseball bat right now.
I am so fed up with people: on Facebook, in the neighborhood, in the course of everyday commerce.
Hope to be able to laugh about this tomorrow.