It’s Monday morning and I can’t remember doing anything even close to 16 hours of time well used from this past weekend.
I tried to get the garlic shipment from the post office yesterday, but the best they could do was to leave a note for the carrier that I’d be picking it up.
The carrier, of course, ignored the note. Another demerit for the Mashpee PO.
I did find vital wheat gluten flour at Roche, of all places. This was an unexpected and most appreciated surprise. Now I can make the mushroom seitan for the Thanksgiving/anniversary dinner.
Ron seems to have finished the window boxes – finally. He’s satisfied that he learned a lot. I think they look great.
Saturday, I did the MTR standout and drove with Geri and Free to Chatham for the Georgia voter postcards and balsamic vinegar at Gustare. We didn’t hang out in Chatham center; too crowded and not “my” kind of shopping. On the way back, we did find a nice conservation area, Texeira Conservation Lands, and did a very short walk. It was dark by the time I got home.
Yesterday I wrote and mailed the postcards. Three of the twenty people on my list are deceased, so I have extras. Aside from the shop, laundry and changing sheets, that was about the only productive use of Sunday. I did start watching “Rise of the Nazis”, with all its blatant parallels to Trumpism.
Made arrangements to have dinner on Wednesday with Robert and James!