This is the way we close our beach
The local yard sale day began with heavy fog; I didn’t see myself seeking bargains in the haze, so I skipped the urge to hunt. Instead, the dog and I hit the local hardware emporium, where I managed to find most of the nuts, bolts and lock washers required for a minor antenna rebuild. And that’s now completed. Not sure if it works, but I need something to keep me interested during the long, hot summer afternoons.
And since my world is small, it made sense that the wife helped me to choose my pizzas at the local supermarket. I mean, I would have managed without assistance, but when it becomes a team event… I was so distracted that I actually reloaded my cart at the checkout; before the till. Not sure how the staff saw my keen attempt to avoid bagging. This is the last weekend for plastic bags in stores and I was just being helpful.
Nothing much else to mark the day. We are helping with dog care (the new rambunctious puppy up the road), so I kept our dog safe at home while the maintainer went over. Some talk of wearing a helmet (note the rambunctious descriptor).
I spent some time checking maps this afternoon. What if we did a perimeter tour of NS? Lovely scenery, close to home, a good excuse to ride the ferry back to the Island if I plan properly. We shall see.
Our local beach remains closed for the holiday weekend. Something about dredging not completed. During the spring storms, the “run” went almost dry as sand washed in to the channel (beloved by jumping tourists). The wharf was fenced off, and anyone arriving over the next few days will be sad.
