I am sick of August and Summer: traffic, crowds, humidity, gone-bys.
Visited the farm stand yesterday. A couple of born-lucky-in-looks types were carrying a very disabled elderly gentleman into the stand. Three people, one unable to even stand on his own.
One of the born luckies had the nerve to bark at me “We need a minute”. I blasted back “Am I in your way?” She had the good sense to leave with the elderly gent.
I thought it might be nice to pick up wine at Cape Cod Winery. It was packed. The parking attendant pointed me to a spot so I could check out the gift shop, but prices are as high as they’ve ever been.
Instead, I picked up a bottle of Barefoot in Mashpee.
Ron did laundry, we changed sheets. I pulled weeds and made a couple of cold salads. Day before as well: platter of pita bread, mint and basil, feta, watermelon, cukes, radishes, grapes.
Nice conversation with a woman from Standish about their voucher program for vet fees.
Progress on NEPS.