Throw a box off a wharf
Call it the long game; I am living with two iPads, and today the (newer) big one got its skin (screen protector). Now I can slowly transition my habits. Remember, long game. I’m under no pressure to go new, other than the common sense of a better screen. I’ll get there.
Our next coffee order has been placed. For the last seven years, we’ve been receiving irregular bean boxes, by mail. We tried to source locally, but the product from our old bean store is consistent and we have never actually run out. Came close, but caution sets in when the freezer stash reaches our “alarm” bag. Translation: I would be alarmed, if we ran out of coffee. Milk, I can get at the store down the road. Bananas, ditto. Not my beans. Coffee does not arrive, freeze-dried in a bottle. At least, not in the last four decades.
Now then. Crab or lobster? In a given calendar year, I probably won’t have either, but the possibility is there. locally sourced. That boat? Given where it is sailing, probably involved with the lobster harvest. Imagine. Throw a big box off a local wharf, with some fisn inside, and you’ll likely get one or the other although the local fishers don’t care to share their territory.
I did “clean” some local legal lobster, a year ago. Crab? In a can, because storing enough for a sandwich in the cupboard is easy. Do I want some for supper? Not particularly. I’m more of a “if you come to visit” sort of server. As I told a friend, “I know what they eat”. But I’ll protect your right to chow down, as long as you put your garbage in a sealed sack. Too many hungry predators in the underbrush.
My quest for new Derry Girl episodes is going well. Four of the six episodes found their way into my library. I’ll binge watch when all have arrived.
