Birthday Brunch

What a great brunch this year: Cathy, Cindy, Mary at the Woods Hole Golf Club. Crab cakes Benedict and a delightful coconut/praline pudding for dessert. The girls gave me a bottle of Grand Marnier. Mary, as usual, cracked me up.

Just wish we could have stayed all afternoon.

Ron is off to visit his friend Bruce in Dennis, so I have the house to myself. I’m tired and chilled. Paid bills this morning.

We went to Botello yesterday for a few odds and ends, including a new CO monitor which Ron set up in our bedroom.

We ordered a bathroom faucet at Ferguson and picked up groceries at Roche.

I made poached fillet of sole with pepper strips and sauteed greens for supper.

Frayed

We were at Plymouth Court this past Monday through Thursday to show solidarity with the P-12, whose trial ended yesterday with a “Guilty” verdict and time served.

By Friday morning, we were pretty well fried. I couldn’t deal with any more bombast, especially closing arguments, and Ron was happy to stay on Cape as well.

We ended up going to Beltone for my hearing aid evaluation and afterwards bought a beautiful vanity, a floor model that we never could have afforded at full retail.

Today we almost killed each other getting the vanity off the truck and into the house.

The Carbon Monoxide monitor went off last night and still didn’t work correctly, even when Ron replaced the battery. We’re pretty sure it simply has worn itself out after eight years.

5:47 PM Yesterday

The Cape Cod Times requested reader photos for World Minute Day, and they were nice enough to publish mine, a shot of the prayer flags in our back yard. Unfortunately, I inadvertently left out the description; oh, well.

We visited a counter factory in the Industrial Park and picked out some granite for the bathroom countertop.

Ron will be off to the WHFMS shortly. After tonight, he has only two more gigs until the Fall.

I’ve been cleaning up my poor laptop. Met with Sandy F-S on Friday morning to talk about a labor-themed film series.

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Birthday

005I spent part of my 68th birthday working on stuff for the Commission and the better part of the afternoon with Ron to, at and from the Plymouth Registry of Deeds to execute the docs to refi Edgewater. After six weeks (started February 2) of misery, it went very smoothly. We are still keeping our parts crossed that no last-minute spanner gets thrown in the works.

On the way back, we stopped at Market Basket for flowers, vegetable rolls and a half-price platter of petit fours, which we enjoyed with the champagne Cathy gave us when we got married. It was quite festive. We also scarfed down some of the boiled dinner I’d made earlier in the day. Finished off by watching the last of The Wire, Season 2.

Today, it’s snowing, and I’m grateful we can stay put, at least for now.

Patrick Woke Up

Ron and I joined a group of senior “bomb throwers” today at the State House. The Governor finally did respond, we think to Diane, expressing his “concern” about safety issues at Pilgrim Nuclear Power Station.

About time.

Busy Weekend

Friday night, we went to Providence to see Biscuit City and stayed for all three sets. Had booked a room at the Extended Stays in East Providence.

Yesterday we drove to Watertown for dinner and to see a play in which our young cousin (15) performed.

More or less kicked back today, transfer station and laundry. Ron is doing some sanding from the sound of it. He’s trying to clean up the heat register cover from one of the bathrooms at Edgewater.

I sauteed two pounds of mushrooms for soup. Made swordfish and roasted brussel sprouts for dinner and gumbo and rice for tomorrow.

Are We There Yet?

Mike needed another doc, which I just scanned and emailed to him.

This evening, we went to a very good meeting of the Friends of Mashpee Wildlife Refuge. Nice people, and they filled us in on the unique qualities and background of the Reserve, the only one in the US that is managed by a coalition rather than a Federal government agency. I’m scheduled to meet with one of their officers to talk about their website next Wednesday.

We spent most of this morning doing errands in Falmouth: picked up a letter from our tax guy and a statement from BofA for the refi. Stopped at Job Lot, Walmart, the library and Beltone, which was closed.

Ron was fiddling with the furnace filter and forgot to put the door back on. I didn’t notice until it got down to 59 degrees, at which point I was ready to strangle him.

Roche Bros “5 Buck Cluck” for dinner tonight.

Low-Key Mardi Gras

More insulting, stupid requests from the mortgage company, for which they blame the Federal Government. I was furious, finally asked poor Mike if he thought his mother, who is excellent at managing money, would agree to all these terms! Even had to ask our tax preparer to confirm in writing that we haven’t lied about our 2011 return.

Appliance company came to inspect and fix the leak under the sink. It was a fitting. Ron lost it two days ago when the owner nickle-and-dimed him over charging for a service call.

Cooked a Creole meal to celebrate Mardi Gras: red beans and rice and shrimp étouffée. Sauteed over-ripe bananas with a little rum, butter and brown sugar for Bananas Foster over yogurt. We skipped lunch, ate an early dinner and watched more of Treme, Season 2.