Almost exclusively home and dog walking for 101 days. Been to the PO once and yesterday ran through CVS, so I guess I’m living dangerously. Massachusetts is opening but people I know are not planning to eat out any time soon. K isn’t going to go back to the downtown office yet. No reason to, really.
Didn’t have cream cheese for the gluten-free lemon cake or almonds for the almond cake, so I served the birthday girl a watermelon salad.
Does anything scream summer like watermelon, mint, and lime? Maybe corn on the cob and juicy REAL tomatoes.
It was delicious.
We wrote postcards on the deck early because it’ll be ninety in another hour. Birthday girl loves her masks and since I know her well, both of them coordinated with what she was wearing!
Evenings have been quiet. Blessedly so. Haven’t looked up to watch stars come out in ages.
Days? Not so much. In addition to all the usual leaf blowers and wood chippers, the city installed pipes up the hill. The worst part wasn’t the jack hammering, believe it or not, but the trucks beeping down the hill or up the hill. Slowly because of the curve. Endless beeping. In 101 days, I haven’t wanted to leave the house so badly as this week. In a normal summer, I’d take refuge in the library.
It’s okay. I survived.
And look what arrived from Georgia! Thank you Ms. Deb Lacativa. The threads, just gorgeous, I expected. The fabric I did not!
Look how adding just a few pieces of Deb’s amazing fabric enlivens the patchwork!
Basil, potatoes, tomatoes. I’m trying things out. Don’t exactly know what I’m doing and don’t really care. This is only possible because I’m not driving to Salem once a week and trying (and failing, I might add) to detox from ugly sibling-exchanges.
Twitter is blowing up with news about Berman and Barr. Barr, usually so dangerous for dresssing his extremism in pseudo-law, is looking desperate. Sloppy.
SDNY attorney Berman is going full super-hero and refusing to step down until a nominated replacement has been confirmed by the Senate.
This thread hits the highlights:
Short version : he, Barr, might be much more than mere corrupt enabler. Co-conspirator more like.
And just for laughs, this picture (not Oklahoma) above.
I don’t know about you, but watching coverage of the Tulsa trump crowds is like watching a car crash in slow motion where the driver is screaming about his right to die.
My twitter joke was: maybe Oklahoma WILL be a swing state in a few weeks.
Another Fabulous post. You in the hammock threw me in to longing for the hammock at my friends place in Massachusetts. The Fabric and threads are brilliant. As for the Rally-History will surely record it as a crime scene. Meanwhile, here it’s hot and humid and another apartment has packed itself into a moving truck in the street below. It’s the Solstice. I plan to get over to the Hudson river for Sundown.
I know how much you enjoyed your sojourns to Central Mass! Hope new neighbors are quiet.
(((Dee))) what a perfect way to celebrate the Summer Solstice! It’s almost sunrise after the longest night of the year here in the Land Down Under. Once the sun comes up we will burn our old sticks with the list of things we want to let go and plant our new sticks in a pot of Honesty with affirmations for our move to the mountains, x fingers by the end of this year of 2020 vision!
Your move date fast approaches. I’m very excited for you and Rod.
Happy solstice, Dee. Reared back and made a face like that poor boy in the last pic – no exaggeration – at the shot of your street scene there. Given our lack of rain that’s a LOT of churning dusty chaos as well as the decibel factor! Gives me a new and more accurate perspective on how noisy and ‘unpleasant’ I find it here now that the state’s more open.
The state opening is most noticeable around here on Route 9. It looks almost like a usual time.