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Ramona hasn't forgotten the greenhouse
Sunday, February 18 2018
location: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, New York
Gretchen was off at the bookstore with Neville today and at some point I wondered where Ramona was. She wasn't in the house, and it didn't seem she was trapped in the basement closet either. Then it occurred to me: it was a sunny day, so she was probably down in the greenhouse. While we humans might've forgotten what a great space that is on sunny winter days, Ramona wouldn't've. Sure enough, I followed her tracks through the snow, and they led directly to the greenhouse upstairs petdoor. Looking at the tracks, she'd gone there with intention. I hung out with her for a time down there because it's a little like taking a bath.
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I was feeling a little stir crazy, so I loaded Ramona into the car and drove out to the Tibetan Center thrift store. My only real purchase was a toy called Q-BA-MAZE, a set for creating Rube-Goldberg-style mazes for large ball bearings to roll through. At $5, it was a bit expensive for that place. But that was because Rob wasn't there. Not that it matters; telling China that they suck and that they need to get the fuck out of Tibet is a good cause.
From there, I drove out to the shopping center in Uptown dominated by Hannaford and Herzogs. I didn't really have any specific destination, so I went into the Walgreens to see if they had anything I might want to impulse-buy. They did not. I took the opportunity to re-up my laboratory liquor cabinet, which these days features rot-gut gin and whatever is the cheapest single-malt scotch I can find.
Along the drive back home, I made a sport of rolling down the window so Ramona could bark at dog walkers we passed. I didn't roll down the window too far; Ramona has been known to leap from the car to be with random dogs.
As I climbed Dug Hill Road, I saw some nice big pieces of white ash someone had left on the shoulder. So I wrestled a few of these into the back, careful to avoid touching poison ivy still clinging to the bark.
This evening I smoked some pot and took a bath, which is about the most relaxing combination of activities one can do. Relaxing is probably the wrong word, since I don't actually find marijuana relaxing at all. But the kind of feeling it puts in a body is much better experienced in hot water.
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