This morning I tried a light sand and first layer of paint on the window sill. Difficult time getting the brackets off, thought the whole top trim was going to fall.
Baked the delicata and brussels, made a sauce that wasn’t bad but it set up like hard taffy.
Yesterday we attended the Historical Museum Fall Harvest Fair. Had the worst veg burgers ever eaten but enjoyed the rest, especially the new barn. Got good reviews for my photo montage in Facebook.
Watched the Patriots game into the third quarter, gave up.
Hoping for some foliage photos, I suggested we visit Royal Enfield in Pownal. The owner was welcoming and he and Ron had a good conversation. No photos, though, not enough sun.
We stopped at Dwyer’s for beer for Ron; he tied on a good one while we watched TV. I made an Amaro sour; Ron did the same and added it to a glass of maple bourbon.
How can someone who is paranoid about cancer be so cavalier about alcohol poisoning. Self-medication? Same for me for that matter; I gorged yesterday, much of it healthy but more than I needed. Why?