Month: August 2016

Didn’t expect it, happy to see it, unless it rains straight for at least 2 days, won’t be enough.

Hung Ad’s painting this morning. Quite a stunner and as yet, untitled.

Friendly mortgage renegotiation with Ed on the phone yesterday. Trustees meeting ran short, we lost our quorum at quarter to five. I lost my bank card and before realizing it, got a call from Ron that Commons Security had it and was looking for me.

Newest “riverbed” garden vignette.

Our friend Jeanie came down for a few hours yesterday (Sunday). She talked us into going to the beach, whcih was a great idea and something we don’t do often enough.

There was a clamor for actual food. I made a fast spaghetti sauce and salad.

Today, Ron volunteered to chauffeur. He set up a soaker for the new transplants and watered the U. I put down mulch. Makes a big difference when there are two of us to do the work!

We did the transfer station run. A lot to deal with this time, lots of recycling, garden detritus and 3 or 4 bags of trash.

Strange, savory breakfast: bacon cooked on the grill, chicken livers and onions, grilled squash, pineapple juice.

Took out a lot of gone-bys this week, including the day lilies at Edgewater.

Moving the last set of plantings around; they need more room and I messed up the arrangement anyway.

The truck’s Check Engine light has been on for the last three days. Lucked out at Hy Toy, they had some no-shows today (Friday), so Rick was able to fit me in.

We’ll try a new gas tank cap. Hope that solves the problem but if not, it’s okay to drive the truck until I can get an appointment for a smoke test.

Jeanie called the other day hoping for a photo of Ad’s painting. Unfortunately, it’s at AC Moore’s workshop in upper state NY.

Ron got his truck back this morning. New catalytic converter.

 

 

 

Recently, a second- or third- or once-removed- cousin came to visit.

It was a nice visit, and at the end, she asked if we’d like to buy some paintings that her husband had done.  He’s a talented guy and we were both pleased and amused to be “patrons of the arts”, given our own humble financial status.

I’d forgotten until this transaction was brought up that this same cousin, years ago, had lived for a short while with Peter and me, and that at that time she also asked for money.

The way the story got passed around, though, the adopter and her daughter became the heroines and my contribution was ignored.