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too sweet for Gretchen
Monday, November 4 2024
While Gretchen was off at the bookstore today, I was running a bunch of errands in the Forester with the dogs. We drove out to 9W via Enterprise Drive stopping first at Miron Liquor for much-needed election day supplies of bottom-shelf booze. Then I was at Home Depot looking for a male-to-male quarter inch flare adapter, which they didn't have. (I have one, but, after dropping it on a hard floor, it has a dent on one of its flare surfaces, so I have my doubts about it.) So then I drove to Lowes, and they had no such adapter either. It's hard to believe that with my two paint buckets of random brass fittings (most of them shoplifted from Home Depot back in the Naughties), I have a better selection on hand than both big box home improvement stores put together, but I've consistently found this to be the case. Instead I bought a set of Rotozip cutters, which look like drill bits but are designed to be put in a handheld router and cut horizontally. (I think I'll need something like that to extract the warped top plank in my homemade solar panel.) Then I bought a bag of dog food at Petsmart and some essential groceries (as well as pizza making supplies) at Adam's Fairacre Farms. While at those last three places, I tried to get cash with my state-issued unemployment cash card, and was able to get the following: $0, $20, and $20. (Gretchen hopes to pull out $1000 over the next couple weeks and put it in the bank so we can use it to pay for things other than groceries and restaurant experiences.)
When I was in Adams, there was fat African America gentleman there who seemed to have developmental disabilities, and he was ranting to nobody in particular about how "Donald" was doing great with the Black vote because they wanted a border crackdown. At this point in the election cycle, I prefer my data to be bubble-affirming, but this guy wasn't the sort anyone would take seriously.
Back home in Hurley, Neville came with Charlotte and me on a hike in the forest. Following Charlotte's apparent preferences, we went backwards on the usual Farm Road/Chamomile Headwaters Trail/Stick Trail route, starting on the Stick Trail and going clockwise when viewed from above. The only problem with this route is that it's more likely to stumble into a hunter that way, and it's now bow season. If we start on the Farm Road, we'll see the hunter parked along it and know not to go where it's likely he went. But if we start on the Stick Trail, we pass where a hunter is likely to be parked last. Fortunately, today there was no hunter.
This evening Gretchen brought home food from the Garden Café, which for me was the mushroom tacos and a side of beans. Gretchen made the mistake of ordering a garden bowl that she had never ordered before, and it was a terrible mismatch for her preferences. Not only was it full of squash (for which she has a mild dislike) but the sauce was so cloyingly sweet that she put it in a strainer to rinse it off. I like squash more than Gretchen does, so Gretchen picked it all out and gave it to me.
Neville snorting around on the Stick Trail just south of the stone wall.
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