When I water the peppers
Thanks to a gas-up from the night before, my list of things to do before departure were limited to getting in the car. I’m not going anywhere, actually, but I had to meet the boat before it left; with the assistance of Google directions and a noted lack of construction delays, we arrived on time. The ferry looks much larger when you’re right alongside…
And with that done, I turned tail and returned to the departure point. On my list of things to do: water the peppers.
Perhaps I need to work on my texts. No need to count characters, etc. Sending the message that “beds were wet; might need a blood transfusion” was misunderstood. The phone rang within 90 seconds to see if something had gone wrong. Looking back, I should have mentioned mosquitoes.
And now, I get to spend a quiet evening (just like any other quiet evening). Tomorrow, round two of repairs at the local garage. Seems that bearings need to be replaced before they stop bearing. I’m ahead on the curve, but the car will get TLC for another afternoon. I didn’t need to go anywhere, anyways. Have food. Have things to do.
Supposed to be one of those multi-channel telethons this evening, as funds are sought to help dry up the aftereffects of storm surge. How long before the “all knowing, all powerful” political class realize that this is not “weather as usual”? How often do we have three or four hurricanes visible in the sat-shots at the same time?
