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Monday, August 5 2019 [REDACTED]
On the way home at the end of the workday, I stopped by the brick mansion on Downs Street to investigate how to get the old washing machine out of the third floor apartment. Best Buy had successfully installed its replacement, but been unable to remove the old one. They'd suggested removing the hand rail from the apartment's private stairway, but I thought maybe it could be extracted via the fire escape. Once I saw the fire escape, though, it was clear that removing it that way wouldn't be easy. Removing the handrail from the private stairway proved easier than expected, even though I had to use a manual flat-headed screwdriver (I'd brought a screw gun, but I'd only brought a phillips point).
Back at the house, Gretchen and our visitors Carrie & Aaron were gone, off exploring Kingston. When they returned home, we had a quick "family meeting" to decide what to do tonight. After weighing the options (which included Gretchen cooking at home or returning to The Garden in Woodstock), we decided to hit Pie for the People! on Washington Ave. in Kingston and then get drinks at the Stockade.
Normally when we get pizza, we get one that caters to Gretchen's preferences and one that caters to mine. The two pizzas Gretchen ordered this evening at PftP! were both kind of gus-style pizzas with Gretchen-style accents. One had jalapeños and banana peppers (Gus-style) with fresh arugula (Gretchen-style) and the other had mushrooms (Gus-style) with roasted cherry tomatoes (Gretchen-style) and blackened garlic (something we might both like). But the blackened garlic proved to be a mistake; it had a weird cloying quality made worse by the amount of flavor in one undivided clove. The key to a good pie at PftP! is, it turns out, to avoid their wacky things (which also includes IPA-flavored onions).
While waiting for our pizza, conversation was mostly about cancer and hysterectomies. We've evidently reached the age where that's mostly what people talk about. Fortunately, people kept showing up or walking past with cute mutty (as well as less cute purebred) dogs. Our favorite was a white shepherd-style dog named Jack, to whom I gave a small piece of crust in exchange for his eternal love. The weather was perfect, with temperatures in the 70s and not much humidity in the air.
The air conditioning was a bit excessive and there was a party of loud young women at the Stockade, but otherwise the scene there was cozy. Gretchen was unsatisfied with her drinks, but my gin-based "the Poet" was pretty good. As he had last night, Aaron ordered both a glass of wine and a beer and alternated between them, a style of drinking we've never seen anyone else use.
Back at the house, Gretchen showed Carrie & Aaron some classic Keye & Peele episodes they'd never seen.


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