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captainsblogWe began yesterday with a new park to try, only it warn't much of one. Across the street, on Covent Garden Lane, was this welcoming-looking gated community:
I suggested going over the fence, and if a Karen came out to shoot at us, we'd demand to speak to a manager about how boring the town park across the street looked:
Pretty enough, but no trails and, from prior reports, plenty of ticks; we even saw a deer in there while we waited for our final doggie to show up. So after Dogless Darbi shot (with a camera) the two of them who were there-
- we headed over to a park we'd already been to recently. Pepper didn't care.
We headed into its somewhat safer woods- this is once again Bassett Park, though it seems to have been renamed "Passive-Aggressive Park" since we were last there:
There were close to a dozen of those stuck on tree trunks throughout. We wandered through, and back out to the street behind it, where Pepper caught wind of the stumpiest fireplug I think I've ever seen:
(Our friend Donna commented that it looks like a Minion. Now I don't know whether to name it Kevin or Bob;)
Plenty growing out there- some just pretty, around one of the park's small ponds-
- while other growths were less friendly:
Eleanor promptly identified the picture as poison sumac. Fortunately, neither dumb dog nor dumber human got anywhere near it. In lieu of a poison outbreak, though, I did have this getting uglier and uglier, from the failed bloodsucking of the day before:
My first tattoo. I call it "Jackson Pollock." Oddly, it doesn't hurt or even itch, and I learned the technical term for it: "perfused."
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While Pepper and I were out and about, Eleanor was finishing the dig of the dirt for the new patio:
Now we await material to fill it in. We ate out next to it last night, a lovely cooler evening with music and hot dogs off the grill. Good choice, that, since when she went to heat up some sides for them, our 60-plus-year-old oven's heating element finally bought the farm in a blaze of sparks. Amazingly, it may still be possible to replace it, but the jury's still out on that.
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On the other hand, another verdict DID finally come back this morning: Eleanor's COVID test, from 11 days before, was negative. So she's returning to work this afternoon, and we are greatly relieved. Now if only we can get the rest of the idiots in the world to be as thoughtful and proactive about the whole business.
I suggested going over the fence, and if a Karen came out to shoot at us, we'd demand to speak to a manager about how boring the town park across the street looked:
Pretty enough, but no trails and, from prior reports, plenty of ticks; we even saw a deer in there while we waited for our final doggie to show up. So after Dogless Darbi shot (with a camera) the two of them who were there-
- we headed over to a park we'd already been to recently. Pepper didn't care.
We headed into its somewhat safer woods- this is once again Bassett Park, though it seems to have been renamed "Passive-Aggressive Park" since we were last there:
There were close to a dozen of those stuck on tree trunks throughout. We wandered through, and back out to the street behind it, where Pepper caught wind of the stumpiest fireplug I think I've ever seen:
(Our friend Donna commented that it looks like a Minion. Now I don't know whether to name it Kevin or Bob;)
Plenty growing out there- some just pretty, around one of the park's small ponds-
- while other growths were less friendly:
Eleanor promptly identified the picture as poison sumac. Fortunately, neither dumb dog nor dumber human got anywhere near it. In lieu of a poison outbreak, though, I did have this getting uglier and uglier, from the failed bloodsucking of the day before:
My first tattoo. I call it "Jackson Pollock." Oddly, it doesn't hurt or even itch, and I learned the technical term for it: "perfused."
----
While Pepper and I were out and about, Eleanor was finishing the dig of the dirt for the new patio:
Now we await material to fill it in. We ate out next to it last night, a lovely cooler evening with music and hot dogs off the grill. Good choice, that, since when she went to heat up some sides for them, our 60-plus-year-old oven's heating element finally bought the farm in a blaze of sparks. Amazingly, it may still be possible to replace it, but the jury's still out on that.
----
On the other hand, another verdict DID finally come back this morning: Eleanor's COVID test, from 11 days before, was negative. So she's returning to work this afternoon, and we are greatly relieved. Now if only we can get the rest of the idiots in the world to be as thoughtful and proactive about the whole business.
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Date: 2020-07-13 05:37 pm (UTC)I was so sad that it didn't work.