Yesterday was an adventure involving Appie, next door's cute fluffy runaway, Twitter and the neighbor who wanted the Party on the Patio. Read on.
Yesterday he had a ton of kitchen cabinets delivered, I mentioned he was renovating, and in the excitement one of his dogs, always wanting to run into traffic, took off.
I found out when he was driving about looking totally upset, asked me to keep an eye open. I did. No sign.
Little while later I was catching up on Twitter and there's her pic, being petted at the police station. I tweeted I knew her, owner on way, which he was as soon as I showed the pic to his partner.
Dog's home, he's very grateful. She'd been picked up about 150 yards away. In traffic. She's chipped, no tags, so they used Twitter having failed to find the chip (!)
So today we were chatting as I was out Winnowing, and a third neighbor showed up, the subject of distancing came up, she said nobody gets near her, no visitors. I agreed, said my max was son and me. Patio Party neighbor agreed, not worth it. So all's well. He's got it.
And while we were all happy I asked him to carry the shelving unit to the dumpster for me. He's always willing, so I think after I found his dog, he was pleased to do a thing.
So today being the first lovely cool sunny day in months, I was able to get to the Great Winnowing redux. It was interrupted by the pandemic stopping donations to the thriftie, also anxiety also tiredness after all the January Winnowing.
I'd stopped before getting to the outside storage area which gets to be the place stuff waits till I know what to do about it. No before pictures, too depressing.
I really had a great time lugging stuff about, and ended up being able to dispense with the rusty ancient shelves, the picture shows the more attractive underside.
And here's the result.
Meanwhile back in the storage area, on the left is the gardening gear everyone in the neighborhood can borrow, that will stay when I leave. It's a sacred trust! And the stepladder probably.
Stuff on the right comes with me, and do you spy two little Sterno stoves? Camping gear but useful in a power outage in an all electric place with a patio. No fuel, but sufficient unto the power outage be the concerns thereof.
I had originally thought of hiking on the Preserve today, but this sort of overcame me, and served several good social purposes, what with seeing one neighbor I haven't seen in person for ages, and reinforcing friendship with the Patio Party friend. Not to mention flinging stuff about is exercise.
So next, lazy afternoon on the patio, crowd of one, reading Mrs Pargeter's Public Relations.
I finished an Izzy see Here
