Colour shift on the stove top
Outside, the kids are preparing for a campfire. Thankfully, on the same spot as last year, because I don’t want to have a crater field. Funny how we don’t seem to do stuff like this except during the season of high visits. Similarly, our largest pot (much bigger than I remembered) was brought our from the back of the cupboards, and a certain number of live crustaceans did their colour shift before serving as supper. Not my supper: son #2 and I had the run of the BBQ, and steaks are just as good as anything else.
I went into town to refill my eye drops, and winced at the price tag. So much cash for tiny bottles; apparently the move to real senior citizen status won’t save me much, either. Guess I’ll have to start one of those Gofundme projects I hear about, and find if someone wants to take on my drug habit.
The promise of the post office to deliver an ordered package was broken (they said before the end of the day). I guess they mean tomorrow. I hope they mean tomorrow. On the other hand, my side panels for the new radio, ordered online from Germany several weeks ago, came in the morning mail. They fit, and I used my joy as a reason to bring out the Pelican Case knockoff and see how I can arrange the radio and tuner for eventual transport. Again, they fit. I’ll see if I want to add the tiny foam cubes, or just go with common sense during transport. After all, it won’t be loaded on a commercial aircraft, so I should be safe.
