Took Ron out to breakfast at Brewhaha, then we stopped by the North Adams Farmers Market.
Figured we’d take in MoCA while we were there. So impressive, brilliantly curated. I’d forgotten what good art is, and what a pleasure to see so many young people.
Ron seemed to enjoy it although before and after the visit to the museum, he spewed the usual criticism, complaints and third person commands, like “the cardboard must be removed” as opposed to “I can work on removing the cardboard”.
I think he doesn’t realize that most of the time, every word out of his mouth is a swear and/or complaint about something.
I woke up at 2 AM after involuntarily recalling my nightmarish experience at that wretched company in Maryland.
I’m concerned about having tools in the garage, which is not just damp but soggy. I mentioned it to Ron, who had just come in from walking Lizzie in the back yard.
Our Wareham friends had worked so hard to get everything organized, it seems a shame to disrupt it, never mind using up a fairly liveable space on storage.
Still, perhaps we could make the garage more water-tight at some point. Until then, I think we need to take better care of our things. At least my things.
Ron will be too lazy or too passive, then when his tools rust and become unusable, he’ll enjoy complaining about it.