Author: marcia

We’ve bought local oysters at Coonamessett Farm a couple of times this summer, and I’m getting pretty good at shucking them with Ron’s big knife.

We waited a year for this: first time out, at the Falmouth Gun Club’s annual open house for families, Robert hit 5 of 7 clay targets!

Peter and the grands came over for a cookout tonight: hot dogs, tuna for Emme, steak, corn, watermelon and watermelon cake. It was nice enough for all of us to eat outside, which was a pleasant change.

I cleaned the house, food shopped, went to the hardware store, put fresh mulch on the front garden, deposited a check, did some ironing (including the flag that we put up yesterday) and trimmed the front bushes. Made a nice omelet for breakfast with mushrooms, onions, tomatoes and some rosemary from Coonemesett.

Getting a little worried about the lack of rain.

I finished the new garden yesterday. Put fresh mulch on about half of it today. Fluffles was guarding a file folder, I think it might have been Ron’s. What a good cat!

Unfortunately, we found out too late that the big annual Fourth of July party in Wareham was happening this year on the Third.

We had melon and proscuitto for breakfast, steak on a stick for lunch and oysters for dinner(!) Ron and I were able to shuck them pretty easily with one of his utility knives.

Ron changed Fluffles’ litter; I did laundry and changed the sheets. I moved some things around the second bedroom so we could put Ron’s new file cabinet next to his desk. I like this arrangement a lot.

We attended the PowWow and did a transfer station run with our stuff and Edgewater’s.

I picked up a new flag holder at the Flag store in Davisville, and Ron put it up after I reinforced the sleeve of the made-in-China US flag.

I finished the front garden! Carpet rose, Joe Pye weed, sedum, Bee Balm, lavender, Forget-Me-Nots, Alyssum, phlox, yarrow. We should have color throughout the season.

Stick a fork in us.

Ron had a traffic accident just after he dropped me off at Hyannis Toyota to pick up the truck after the . No one was hurt, but what an irony, just sent the first premium in to Arbella for the new coverage.

We were able to pick up the truck yesterday, and I came close to blows with a self-indulgent customer who whined ad nauseum to one of the service techs about work that she wanted Toyota to pay for because she’s, well, her.

We bought Ron a Stihl trimmer which he loves. I had to go back for it because it wouldn’t fit in the van. We also picked up a 2-drawer file cabinet which Ron put together; it looks great.

Traffic was pretty horrible on Route 151.

I made a fast trip to the transfer station very late in the day.

We stopped at Cambridge Eye in Falmouth for an adjustment to Ron’s glasses. I deposited my paycheck at Rockland and mailed some bill payments. We stopped at Coonamessett for the items missing from our Thursday CSA order, including cheese.

I bought plants for the new front garden at Sandwich Agway and later on, a carpet rose at Mahoney’s. Picked up Blue Eyed grass, a bright pink yarrow, two Joe Pye, two Bee Balm and two phlox at 20% off.

Laura and Joe came over to chat, a nice break. We had ribs for supper.

Yesterday, we executed new wills, powers of attorney, health care proxies and the deed to Edgewater. We also got the ball rolling on a title search and insurance to purchase Dixon.

We hired two contractors, too, one for the septic at Edgewater and the other for the driveways. We were approved for a loan from the county for the septic work. Having finished the third week of the contract with Lighthouse, I’ve earned just about enough to pay for the drive at Dixon.

Ron had his first appointment with a local podiatrist and booked himself for a hearing aid fitting. He got some positive news on his Worker’s Comp claim, still to be resolved but heading in the right direction.

I harvested the first potato. The Bee Balm is blooming, just in time to take over for the roses. We have THREE pumpkins.

I think I was deeply traumatized when Sandy was born, and I’ve been terrified of being replaced by small, dark women ever since.

Ron was at his wit’s end with me today but he stuck with me as I managed to find the bottom of all the pain and loss that I’ve been feeling since we got back together again last Fall.

I’ve wanted him to understand that the treatment of large, ugly women is as cruel and unjust as any other kind of discrimination that’s based on looks.

I’ve wanted him to acknowledge that he bought into that line of garbage foisted by the Jewish-dominated fashion and entertainment industry that only the Audrey Hepburn types are “beautiful”. I wanted him to admit that was the reason that he rejected me, that he was searching for the perfect woman and not having found her, realized late in life that a good person (me) was standing under yonder tree.

The hatred and sadism I’ve faced because of my appearance made life a torture chamber for my first 65 years. I want to escape. I’ve asked Ron to help me.

We got our third air conditioner yesterday via Walmart.com. Shipping cost for Saturday Fedex delivery was an astonishing 97 cents!

After a $400+ service job, the truck a/c died again, and Hyannis Toyota is making it good: they failed to catch that the compressor was bad, so they’ve promised to replace it free of charge!

Saw the first nasturtium bud today. Hoping that the Joe Pye weed starts to bloom this week. Didn’t do much with the garden this weekend besides some dead-heading. Ron and I repaired the screen doors at Edgewater, and he attached a grill to the front door to protect it from kids crashing into it.

Threw the turnip seeds into the ground today.

Picked the first tiny potato!!!

Ron told me a story a while back that “stuck” about a passionate interlude he shared with a ballet dancer named Sally after being inspired by the life-affirming film “Zorba the Greek”.

I wasn’t planning this consciously, but last night, I asked him to watch one of favorite guilty pleasures, “Dirty Dancing”, perhaps hoping to recapture some of the magic Ron experienced with the ballet dancer years ago.

Without going into a lot of detail, the aftermath was about what I should have anticipated, given Ron’s history with beautiful, slim, desirable women.

Sometimes I wonder about what myself and what I expect from this good man who married me out of a sense of responsibility and respect.