Alpha and I went to Duxbury yesterday to see the tea ceremony at the art museum.
Afterwards, we went to FarFar’s and the Patisserie and did a little touring.
Several of our paranoid Irish Catholic neighbors have their knives out for us. The fact that Ron shares that background makes me physically sick. Had a long talk with Tony about this.
Found out that Ron’s much adored Melody passed away earlier this year. Guess she can’t be a threat any longer.
Paul called this morning about the photo I ordered. Thank goodness to hear from a friend! He’s going to find a pic of South Cape Beach for me in lieu of the Chappaquiddick bridge (who knew?)
Planted the cold weather vegetables, although it’s quite warm today.
Smokey has been by the last two days. Ignoring him is breaking my heart.
Stopped by the police station to see if I could view the infamous videotape from August 19. They said because it was taken on school grounds, they don’t allow public access. Just as well: imagine the tape as a weapon in a vicious custody fight or (worse) in the hands of a child-molesting priest.
The mystery plant growing from the compost bin turns out to be spaghetti squash. I had some for lunch today; very, very good.