Month: August 2017

Beans have started.

The soil in all the containers was okay this morning, so only had to water the flower boxes.

Took Alpha shopping for a house gift yesterday. We browsed at Country Garden, then found a wind chime at Christmas Tree Shops. They treated me to lime ice cream! Waited for them at the mall afterwards, did a shop myself at CVS; $2 coupon.

Peter is off with the truck. He’s got cleanup help lined up today. He told me the other day that the next door neighbor is pleased with the work the boys did on the fence.

Ron is thrilled with his new hearing aids.

Smokey was here at 6:30; fur was slightly damp and he was very hungry. He slept here for a couple of hours yesterday.

Hummer feeders were almost empty; Ron refilled them. He also went food shopping and did the lawn. We took down the burlap around the moon garden.

I made pesto and eggplant parm. Nice haul from CSA yesterday: tomatoes, greens, eggplant, radishes, garlic. Fall CSA starts in two weeks. Labor Day in less than four!

We may be getting a good rain tonight. Ron worked hard, putting up stakes and burlap around the moonlight garden. Now that the stakes are in, I’d like to surround it with hardware cloth.

Worked with Mark for most of the afternoon on delete customer. Got it running but not sure it’s doing what it needs to.

Peter is doing cleanup at their house and made two trips with the truck to the transfer station today.

We spent the last two evenings at the woods Hole Film Festival. Last night we saw the “Shortsapalooza”, which I’ve wanted to attend for years.

We stopped in to the MBL club afterwards for a reception – Ron smashed a dish during a dance performance – then to Don Cross’s gallery for another.

Corn is coming along.

We saw two films, one at Falmouth Academy and the other at Redfield.  Had a light snack at Pie in the Sky then sat in on part of Bittersweet’s first set at Grumpy’s.

“Tribal Justice” was an account of 3 adjudications by female judges who serve the Quechen and Yurok tribes in California.  Two were successful examples of restorative justice.

“Can Hitler Happen Here” ends in the vindication of an elderly Manhattan woman who’s been harassed by greedy neighbors and real estate agents, the cops, the fire department, an ambitious social worker and her own avaricious son.

I regret not visiting Grumpy’s before; beautiful venue for music, but way too hot.  One of the staff sympathized, told us it cools off in October, so we’ll be back.

Finally finished planting the bare root daylilies I bought last week from Soares today.  Hope they survive.

Ron went to the senior center, drove Robert to work and met with Beltone.

We picked up our CSA share.

Ron dropped off oak leaf branches for Emma’s sheep and picked up a sandwich I’d ordered online at Subway.  I’d inadvertently muted my phone and thus bolloxed the conversation multiple times.  Was very hungry, too, became a madwoman for a while.

While Ron drove Robert home, I checked out the police/fire/community agency event.  Was insulted by an idiot who was “helping” serve ice cream and had a long conversation with people from Habitat who, to their credit, were very polite.

Skype did me in yesterday, again, feedback from my headset and computer mics.