Transfer StationS; Halloween

We dropped off the old slider to the Bourne waste management facility and got rid of the yard waste in Mashpee along with an almost-full recycle container.

We shared a horrible bowl of cheddar broccoli soup at “Avocados” on Barlow’s Landing Road.  Ron ducked into Aubuchon for hardware.

Dropped off Maine Root ginger beer to iCape for Robert and crew.

Ron switched out some of the screws in the new coldframe top.

Following a warning from Bankers, I was able to get credit reports for both of us from two of the three agencies.

Put everything back into the coldframe after doing a little weeding and cleanup.

Terrible post on the SPEA FB page.  I hope the Board does something about this, but I’ll bet they won’t.

We had a few visitors for Halloween.  Not sure how many, since Ron and I raided the treats!

Looks-Based Prejudice

When men avoid, disrespect, refuse to associate with women who weren’t lucky enough to be born beautiful, aren’t they exhibiting the same prejudices as anti-Semites and White nationalists?

My two grandmothers were homely women who were nonetheless healthy, productive people.

The evil of equating looks with virtue seems to have started fairly recently in human history. It’s the basis of all forms of discrimination: hatred based on factors which are beyond the control of the individual, whether it’s ethnic identity or race.

We Were Productive

We got the top – the old slider, recycled, and the wood around it was pretty much rotting away – off the cold frame and into the truck.

Ron cut a new top from the big piece of plywood we no longer needed to fix the now demolished trash barrel shed.  The cold frame bottom is okay, so, hoping for the best, he fastened hinges to the new top.

I wound up a bunch of soaker hoses and clipped gone-bys and dug up overgrown grass from the front and back of the fence.

Made thin crust pizza with my sauce for lunch.

There was a nasty plastic bag in the cold frame, and it fell apart into tiny pieces.  Horrible.  Think I got some in my left eye.

Did okay with holding down the plywood while Ron cut it, though.

I jammed one of Ron’s fingers while closing the tonneau cover, but he was okay until he poked a screw into a different finger.  Ouch.

We have a truckload of stuff to get rid of.

“Little” was here twice today!


Had nightmares last night and aside from putting together P&B’s anniversary gift – scratch tix and a card – and mailing Halloween greetings to the remote grands, I accomplished almost nothing of value.

Resurrected my old iBook but couldn’t get it connected to our wifi.  It’s not much good for browsing anyway; modern web pages are way too heavy for the poor thing.

Ron went to his “fit and strong” group; they are halfway through!  It feels like it’s gone by very quickly.

He saw his doc today about his intestinal distress.

A little before 4, I pulled up a bunch of soaker hoses for draining and storage.  Started cleanup of gone-bys but by that late in the day, it felt overwhelming.

We’d like to put the hoses in the cold frame, but the top is falling apart.  We might be able to load it in the truck tomorrow and replace it with the plywood that Ron bought for the shed repair which is no longer needed.  Might be some other old building materials that we could trash as well.

Continuing to stumble through the GIS tutorials.

I’ve dropped so many FB contacts that it’s almost not worth looking at it any more.

Made a stir fry and, much to Ron’s delight, biscuits for supper.

We started watching a DVD about the Scottish clans.  Well done!

Hard Day

It started off fine: Sunday paper, coffee, breakfast.

Ron got laundry started while I organized the transfer station run.  Put cauliflower and butternut squash in the oven to roast on low heat.

We got to Edgewater around noon.

Peter was still upset and angry about our last conversation.  Ron didn’t pile on but he didn’t have much to say either way.

I don’t want to write any more about this now.  I did send him a couple of emails afterwards covering some tangential things that I didn’t want to go into at the time.

We stopped for ice cream on the way to the transfer station.  By the time we got back, the cauliflower was charred.  We had it and some of the squash for lunch.

Got the sheets washed, changed the bed, did the rest of the laundry.  Unloaded the dishwasher.  Made broth with rice, egg and cheese for supper.

Picked up coffee, cookies, toothpaste and Halloween cards for Em and James at South Cape Village.

Put mulch on the pollinator garden.

I hurt: arms, legs, shoulders.

Rain; Wind; Sauce; Electric Usage

Ron’s still not 100%, so I made rice and heated up chicken soup for him.

Several of the poor tomatoes from last weekend went bad; a mess to clean up.  I made sauce, though, and saved quite a few for salads.

It’s been raining since early this morning.  Not that cold, but quite windy.  I went out in it to put out the trash, empty the compost bucket and grab the mail.

Sure would be nice to have a fireplace.  Grateful to have a house.

I started reviewing our electricity usage for the last two years.

Our solar production isn’t that far off last year, about 4%, but our usage is up.  Average January temperature for 2018 was a full 10 degrees cooler than 2017.  Average temperature for August was not that much greater than last year, but our usage was up by 50%.

Midas; Flu Shots; Service Center; Planting

Ron waited with me at Midas while they were checking out my brakes.  They found a bad caliper.

Went home so Ron could have some breakfast.  He was afraid to eat before.  Afterwards, we dropped off recyclables at the transfer station.

We went to Christ the King for a VNA flu clinic, only to find that their website was in error.  Got our shots at Falmouth Hospital instead, stopping on the way to the Service Center for gorgeous produce and other goods, including milk and cheese.

Ron dropped me off at Midas to bring the truck home.  Timing was perfect.

I planted everything from yesterday: Phlox, Coreopsis, Coneflower, Baptisia, Catchfly, Cransbill and Blue Eyed Grass.  Ron made tea and cinnamon toast.

Made eggs, baked beans and toast for supper.

Supposed to get a Nor’easter tomorrow.

New Pollinator Garden

I’m going to clean out the birch tree garden and put in a pollinator garden.

Picked up nine half-priced plants at Scenic Roots today.  Gave them a good watering.

Voted and dropped off the property tax payment for Edgewater.  Returned the “Outer Limits” DVD to the library.

Mac and cheese and broccoli for Ron’s supper.  Earlier, I had cereal, half an apple and cheddar cheese.

Pimlico Pond and Community Garden Pollinator Gardens

Dug out grasses and planted some Baptisia.  I’ve been putting off working with this group for quite a while, but today was enjoyable.

Stopped at the banks on the way home to move money around so we can pay real estate taxes.

Tomato soup and sandwiches for lunch to warm up.

Signed and commented on a petition to Congress requested by the Wampanoag Language Reclamation Group.

Finally cleaned and put away the tools after doing some minor pruning in the corner garden.

Cleanup: Yesterday and Today

Yesterday, Ron and I loaded old wood onto the truck and today we brought it to Bourne.  That cleans up a lot of the area behind the big shed.

Today I also emptied a pile of flower pots, buried several pots worth of stones and put the empty pots in the truck for a transfer station run tomorrow.

Yesterday, I drove Peter from and to Midas.  The Infiniti needed brake work.  We paid for 70% of the work in the hope he’ll pay us back.

Then today he blasted a series of messages to me about my poor character.

I got booted out of another FB group of holster sniffers and badge bunnies.

Big screaming match with Ron last night.  I’d inadvertently broken one of his buffalo statuettes.  He put them all away and I took down the shadow box they were in.

Today, I returned the cow laughing at a horse pic to the living room and dug out an old oil painting for downstairs.

I cancelled DNAGedcom and all of the HomeServe coverages.  Have a call in to review the Bankers Life policies.