First of all, did any of us know that Irish is a race?
This is according to a lunatic who runs a Facebook page, ostensibly for lost pets but more specifically for public flaying of anyone “they” don’t like.
That mental illness reigns supreme in some corners of social media is no surprise, but I didn’t expect to find it in that particular quarter.
I suggested that we attend the Food Truck and Craft Beer event at the Fairgrounds yesterday.
I inadvertently almost backed into a car in the parking lot. The attendant didn’t bother to see if ours was still running and it never occurred to me to look (not too swift but still…)
Fortunately, another person yelled for me to stop before I hit anything.
Naturally, the other driver tried to pass off an old dent as something I caused, which sent me into a fury. His wife was great; he was an asshole.
The event staff made us wait in line to be admitted, even though we’d pre-purchased our tickets.
The food trucks we visited were good – spring rolls and a burrito with potatoes. The beer was less than stellar for $8 a can.
There were not enough tables. We shared one with a couple so tight-assed that you couldn’t poke a straw.
It was horrible all the way around, and I can’t believe that I put us at risk. If brains were dynamite, I wouldn’t have enough to part my hair.
I did an hour of tomato-picking at the farm on Wednesday.
Poured on Thursday morning.
Ron donated blood on Thursday afternoon. I was anemic. I had sudden, terrible IBS and we hit a traffic jam on the way back home. Had to clean the bathroom, the kitchen floor and Ron’s van.
Buddy escaped to the field (I made the mistake of taking him there the day before) but after we walked through the field and drove around several neighborhoods, he came back on his own. Later, he escaped from the porch, but we were both in the yard, so he decided to play “tag” with us instead.
Ron did the transfer station run yesterday and a shop. He also did a great job setting up poles to anchor the hibiscus, which is huge, and the gigantic lilies.
I haven’t wanted to do much of anything lately. Getting tired of the gardens, too. Been a terrible year for squash, pretty good for cukes, and so-so for tomatoes.
I’m ready for Fall.
We brought him home this past Tuesday. This morning (Thursday) he escaped. Ron followed him to about halfway down Holly Farm.
I’ve been making calls for vet appointments. Everyone is booked to the max, especially for surgeries.
I was able to get him a Seresto collar and food yesterday.
I dad a nuclear stress test two days ago. Feeling lightheaded yesterday, think it was from neck strain.
Made beignets from an ancient package of Cafe Du Monde mix. Very sticky, overworked it. We ate all of them anyway.
Changed the irrigation schedule to even numbered dates.
Cathy dropped by for cukes.
Fell out of bed and hit my head on something hard and wooden. Okay this morning.
Mowed the front grass. Made salad for lunch. Washed the truck and cleaned the toilet with the leftover soapy water.
Did a white wash. Ron and I hung it outside.
Harvested garlic!
Ron found a broken gold necklace on one of his walks with Teddy. We had no way of finding the owner and after it sat here for weeks, I brought it to a broker to sell.
It was enough to pay for a marvelous dinner Saturday evening at a restaurant in Orleans where Eric works.
There was an open house of a new technology workshop in Harwich, between Mashpee and the restaurant, so Ron and I stopped there first.
We were treated like royalty at the restaurant! Obviously, they like Eric a lot and they made every effort to treat us as his friends with particular care.
I’ve been picking green beans and cukes. Squash is slow.
Fair is over for the year, thank goodness. Enjoyed the crafts exhibits on Saturday.
Stomach still in a rage when I walk.
Teddy was euthanized this morning. A compassionate administrator at ARL returned my call to let us know.
She assured me that Ron and I gave him a good home and that we would be welcomed at any of their shelters.
If all things had been equal, I’d have kept Teddy and gotten rid of Ron.
He’s been fussing all day about a bad stomach. This is the second or third day this week. He’s upset about Teddy and I don’t have much sympathy.
Cindy is sick and we’re waiting to hear if it’s Covid. Have been helping her with some legal stuff. Wendy called to talk about Facebook and the Commons.
I put in an online application for a dog in Bristol and dropped off two postcard-sized notices this afternoon, one at the Mashpee vet on Great Neck North and one at Baer. Might distribute more over the next week or so.
This is the fifth night of the Fair. Two to go.
Greg and Norene lost Chance this week. Summer is a killer.
I chopped off several inches of my hair on the sides today and Ron helped by cutting the back.
Did a grocery shop, made chocolate pudding with milk that had gone sour. Nice sandwiches and yesterday’s cold salads for lunch.
Picked some nice cukes and a bunch of string beans this morning.
Made tartar sauce (homemade) potato salad, cuke and red onion salad with a sweet/sour dressing and steamed string beans for supper.
Made a pasta dish for lunch with lemon and zucchini.
It looks like ARL decided Teddy was too damaged to be adopted. Our contact there who has been generous with answering my emails complimented us on our care.
The little dog we were scheduled to meet doesn’t need to leave her family after all: great news!