Our parking lot is full
Outside, in front of the BBQ, I really wish the wind would come up. This gentle breeze bit brings with it some cloudy moments, involving mosquitos. Last evening, I had just enough time to fill one bird feeder with sweet water before the risk of blood loss sent me racing for shelter. I did manage to get supper done in sunlight, but I can see outside, and I won’t be going out for an evening stroll.
That BBQ is already four years old, and I’m still completely satisfied. No imminent failure due to rust. Stainless steel (and keeping things covered in summer and sheltered in winter) extends the lifespan. When I think back to all the bargain burners I lived with, in the other house. So many overcooked meals. Forgive me, gods of outdoor cooking.
Went to the garage and brought home the “other car”. A list of repairs that were minor but necessary, and now the car is inspected AND mechanically pampered. Just in time for its trip to a new home. Looking at the manifest, I realize that we’ve got a good garage, with honest prices.
While walking up the road, to fetch the car, it struck me that we have a series of neighbours that we haven’t met. I’m sure they’re aware of me and my lineage, going back to the original settlers, but after five years, I have not found a reason to show up on their doorsteps. Oh well. I came here to retire, not socialize.
Hey, look! Three rigs in the yard, and bikes for the physically willing.
