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Finished mixing in the compost that Ron shoveled out of the nearest bin.

I planted tomatoes and marigolds and bush bean, zuke and sunflower seeds. Spread mulch on flower gardens.

Ron turned the compost in the other bins. We really need a better setup.

We watched the last half of Dune. I was impressed, Ron was not.

Ron has been obsessed with the Senate’s resistance to gun control of any kind. Since amending the Constitution is pretty much impossible, I think population change in gun-loving states is the only way the current rule by minority would end.

Ron claims to have lost about 57 pounds from his heaviest back in Oakland.

The Constitution guarantees it.

Eric Black | Columnist for MINNPost

“But, according to the calculation of Ian Millhiser, writing for Vox, if you add up the population of states and assign half to each of their two senators, “the Democratic half of the Senate represents 41,549,808 more people (12.5%) than the Republican half.”

“Millhiser’s piece is named after that fact: “America’s anti-democratic Senate, in one number.”

 “In the very short Article V, which lays out the process for amending the Constitution (you know: two-thirds of both houses have to agree and then three-quarters of all the states have to ratify) there is one provision of the Constitution that the Constitution itself says can never be changed. It says, clearly and bluntly: “that no State, without its Consent, shall be deprived of its equal Suffrage in the Senate.””

Added compost and straw to the tomato garden. Planted the two biggest tomatoes in horizontal trenches, along with some pathetic lettuce that had almost no roots and marigolds.

Planted old zuke and bush bean seeds in the top garden.

Planted herbs. Ron offered to help offload compost, so once he’s done that, I’ll put in cukes and squash, the rest of the tomatoes, the second set of lettuce, sunflower seeds and marigolds.

It’s been grey and cloudy all day, cool but humid. Great planting weather.

I did a .66 mile walk this morning in Old Cotuit Port. Boring, boring, boring. Stopped in to a bakery and plant sale. Some nice plants but didn’t see anything I couldn’t live without, especially the $30 hangars. Ouch!

Ron finished the fencing around the right side garden!

I finished weeding both left-side gardens.

Found the correct paint for the kitchen and living room. Ordered it online at the Benjamin Moore website and picked it up at Aubuchon last evening.

Ron’s latest fetish is to not use pressure-treated wood in the gardens. He asked Shelley her advice. Got to chat and visit with her and her little dog for a few minutes, which was nice. The wood in the left-side garden isn’t pressure treated anyway, it’s rotting nicely.

So it turns out that Pedro Arredondo, the chief of police for the Uvalde school district, didn’t order the cops to enter the two classrooms.

We also learned that the cops outside the school focused on crowd control not protecting the public from harm, tackling at least one parent who tried to get inside the school.

As the sign says, can’t fix stupid. Or cowardice. Or collecting a paycheck and receiving benefits but not doing your damned job.

Lizzie barked early this morning, 4:30 am. Ron got up to check her out. Turns out, she’d wet her bed in the living room.

Forgoing Hyannis, I picked up mulch from Ace in Mashpee that worked just as well. Also food for Lizzie and peanut butter for us from Roche. Filled up at Stop & Shop, saved $9.

We did a lot of yardwork yesterday. Ron mowed and I did more weeding and raking. Finished one garden with straw. Hurting last night but got to sleep without pain meds. Woke up around 9:30 pm to bring in tools and button down the tonneau cover; Ron helped. Just as well: it did rain a little this morning.

Washer repair person will be here on Saturday morning. Appointment made for phone call with HSC Claims next Thursday.

Guessed wrong on the paint, will try again today.

Forgot to upload files yesterday for NEPS.

Messed up not one but two HSC claims, the latest today. Filed a claim for the dishwasher instead of the washing machine. Didn’t cost us, but the first might.

Overdrawn on the joint account. By less than $8, but still not like me.

I asked Ron once again to keep his hypercritical remarks to himself. It hasn’t helped. Feels like I can’t make a move without bracing myself for some petty criticism.

Glad to be feeling better. Tried the home COVID test; negative.

Hung out soaking wet laundry. Ron thinks one of his plastic bags may be blocking the drain in the washing machine. We’ll find out tomorrow.

Spoke with a person from Mutual Boiler RE about the furnace claim. Still no word from Home Service Club.

Pulled out another big milkweed root.

Lizzie trumped last night. She greeted some neighbors this morning.

Did some edits for NEPS.

Good checkup yesterday and no further surgeries recommended.

Yesterday, Ron picked up more plastic ties and did a fine job installing wire fencing. I did more weeding but quit early.

Woke up with a fierce sinus headache that is slowly abating.

Rearranging pictures in the kitchen to accommodate “Can’t Fix Stupid”. Patched nail holes with joint compound.

Ron dropped off my glasses for lens replacement. Using an old pair that works pretty well.

Worked on removing violets from the far left garden.

Ron cut a foot off the fencing for the far right garden.

I dug out four milkweed plants.

Lizzie is balking on her food. I missed a signal yesterday and she trumped on the kitchen carpet.

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3784288/

The odds of a reported suicide attempt were ∼4 times greater in adoptees compared with nonadoptees (odds ratio: 4.23). After adjustment for factors associated with suicidal behavior, the odds of reporting a suicide attempt were reduced but remained significantly elevated (odds ratio: 3.70).

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4475346/

Estimates of the percentage of adopted children seen in mental health settings fall within the range of 5-12%⁹, or 2.5 to 6.0 times the percentage of adopted children in the general population.