It rained yesterday for the first time since May 25th. We got 4/10ths of an inch. Not a deluge, but it's a start. I had Hubs open the front door so we could listen to it. Not for long... cuz, you know... bugs... but it was nice for a minute there.
Is it just me or has the world gone batshit freakin' insane lately? Oh, holy crap. Can't read my FB feed without purging someone from my view. And forget Twitter. I wasn't even on there for a minute before I ran screaming from the virtual room. And saying 'I don't usually post about political things but I can no longer hold my tongue' and then spewing a load of verbal diarrhea? Yah, ain't helpin'. If it's wrong now, then it was wrong two, five, ten years ago, so what held your tongue then?
We had a lovely visit with our company. Super nice people. Interesting to talk to. Fun to be around. He was Hubs' best friend in high school and his wife was a former librarian. What more could you ask for? Sure, I still had to take a five minute alone break, but that's me. Socialization, even with the best of people, is tiring. Of course, I overbought on the cold cuts. We have a ton of leftover deli ham and turkey. Sammiches for everyone!
Today is the day I'm supposed to have an ad going out. Problem: it's a new source for me and I hadn't signed up for their newsletter until this morning, so I probably won't actually SEE what the ad looks like today. Problem #2: After I signed up for their newsletter, they had links to their FB and Twitter. They haven't posted to FB in years. The Twitter feed is current, but I'm not sure if what I paid for includes tweets. Caveat Emptor. But more about that another day.
We saw our first fawn of the season yesterday! So tiny and so cute!
The rabbits have now accepted Hubs as one of their own. They still move out of the way of the giant human, but not very far and as soon as he moves, they go back to where they were.
Okay, that's about it from me today. What's it for you?
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Thursday, June 21, 2018
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Thursday This n That
Last week a neighbor brought us some squash. I used it to make bread and then gave her a loaf. Yesterday, she stopped by with enough squash for me to make eight more loaves. She really liked that bread LOL. I told Hubs it would take us months to eat 8 loaves. He said, you make it, I'll eat it. So, I'm making it. I was going to start in on that this morning, but I don't have enough coconut. Maybe I'll make one batch (2 loaves of my regular recipe - the one I usually double) and freeze the rest of the squash.
Then while we were talking with the neighbor gal, she told us how she'd been mowing her lawn, but her mower lost a wheel off the mowing bed and it was tearing up her lawn, but her husband wasn't home to fix it. Well, being who we are, we talked about it after she'd gone and decided to drop over there and help her out. We'd never actually been to her house. She's a neighbor only in that she lives in the general area and they drive by regularly on their golf cart, so we've developed a neighborly relationship with them. Lemme tell ya, I was not expecting what their place looked like. It's huge. I mean, when she said they mow 7 acres, I expected they kept a couple fields near the house short with a brush-hog or something. Nope. 7 acres of parklike lawn. It's freakin' gorgeous over there. And her home is lovely. Like a lodge you'd rent out for a vacation by the lake, but cozy. Set way back in the woods where you can't see it from the road, and overlooking the lake. So pretty. Anyway, Hubs fixed her wheel and then took her riding lawn mower for a spin while I toured her home and then we came home despite her invitations to come inside for a while.
A pertinent note here, I'm really uncomfortable being inside other people's homes. Like approaching panic-attack uncomfortable. But she's so sweet and she so wanted me to see her home that I sucked it up. They've invited us to come visit dozens of times since we moved here, and I feel bad about declining necause they're both so nice, but what's a gal to do? I think I need to take her aside and explain the situation, so she doesn't think it's them. Or that it's their dogs. I love their dogs. They have awesome dogs. It's totally me.
Well, that's it for me today. What's going on with you?
Then while we were talking with the neighbor gal, she told us how she'd been mowing her lawn, but her mower lost a wheel off the mowing bed and it was tearing up her lawn, but her husband wasn't home to fix it. Well, being who we are, we talked about it after she'd gone and decided to drop over there and help her out. We'd never actually been to her house. She's a neighbor only in that she lives in the general area and they drive by regularly on their golf cart, so we've developed a neighborly relationship with them. Lemme tell ya, I was not expecting what their place looked like. It's huge. I mean, when she said they mow 7 acres, I expected they kept a couple fields near the house short with a brush-hog or something. Nope. 7 acres of parklike lawn. It's freakin' gorgeous over there. And her home is lovely. Like a lodge you'd rent out for a vacation by the lake, but cozy. Set way back in the woods where you can't see it from the road, and overlooking the lake. So pretty. Anyway, Hubs fixed her wheel and then took her riding lawn mower for a spin while I toured her home and then we came home despite her invitations to come inside for a while.
A pertinent note here, I'm really uncomfortable being inside other people's homes. Like approaching panic-attack uncomfortable. But she's so sweet and she so wanted me to see her home that I sucked it up. They've invited us to come visit dozens of times since we moved here, and I feel bad about declining necause they're both so nice, but what's a gal to do? I think I need to take her aside and explain the situation, so she doesn't think it's them. Or that it's their dogs. I love their dogs. They have awesome dogs. It's totally me.
Well, that's it for me today. What's going on with you?
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