Finally made it there with Ron, two trips. Recycled cans, cardboard and paper, got refuse stickers, disposed of a bag of trash.
Stopped at Spirits, Ron selected two bottles of bubbly for New Year’s.
Organized another transfer station load for tomorrow. Whether early or late morning depends on how things go with the vet visit.
Ron had been talking about “the Mish” and how he missed Mexican food, so we ordered take-out from one of the local restaurants.
Rather than listening to me or his own eyes, Ron decided to take a different route to the restaurant and ended up getting lost. The enchiladas verdes were edible but I’m not a fan so it didn’t matter.
Meanwhile, one of us had the clever idea to put the huge box of Ron’s older LPs in the coal closet. Good excuse to vacuum the closet and “mud room”.