Big, heavy carton. To open, later.
What I won’t do, or eat personally, I will prepare for others. Tonight, four market size lobsters were reduced to a couple of bowls of cooked flesh and a bag of keratin. That went straight to compost. May the smell soon follow. I also provided some melted butter and a table where the willing could take their place in the food chain. May they have restful nights.
I guess it’s a summer guest thing, because we don’t do shellfish during the rest of the year. Well, perhaps a scallop or two but that hardly counts. And I will chow down on chowder (from a tin) but only because I’m too lazy to dig for clams and then go through the ritual flushing. Someone mentioned that I could go all “cookery” and purchase shelled clams (again, in a tin) but then I’d have to watch the milk to assure a no-boil zone.
Having two tinies around has reminded me that they are built tough. Those pratfalls on the floor don’t seem to reduce the level of Brownian motion. For a while, I played backstop on the couch, to keep any nose dives from happening; I did well. But, it’s exhausting. Not for the tinies, who come with limitless energy, but for the older, slower, matures around here.
This afternoon, we received a new vanity for the downstairs bathroom. I haven’t opened the shipping carton (the exterior photo was sufficient to give me a clue as to the contents). Large box, weighing in at just under 120 Kg. Sooner or later, we’ll have to figure out the final steps.
