O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

 I actually walked through the living room this morning in my nightgown.

Planned Obsolescence

 

Yet one more home project is keeping my kitchen appliances happy. They’ve been with us less than a year and yet they’ve settled in as some of the needier members of the household.

In Summary

 Since I've been bad, bad, bad about blogging this week, perhaps I can cover my bases by hitting the high (and low) points of the past few days. 

From Oysters to Mercury

 

We were away this weekend visiting delightful daughter and family, fitting in a generational pickleball game and a blowout clambake-style dinner at their house, featuring mussels, steamers, and oysters, topped off by some very respectable red snapper.

Time and Tea

 

Under seige

 This was the view out our front door this morning. Roofer tarps galore.

Heads Up!

 At 7:30 this morning I was out. Dead to the world, at one with my pillow, asleep.

 

Then, BAM! BAM! BAM!

 

 

 

 

 

 

As you can see, thanks to the camera we have in the garage window, the roofers had arrived, starting early to miss this afternoon’s rain.

Their goal was to complete the garage, which they finished off efficiently. 

 

The only snag for us was trying to get out, since their ladders were positioned right over the garage doors, and the big bucket loader collecting old shingles and bringing new came and went in the driveway. But it’s done and now we have all the rest of the roof to look forward to next week.

Putting a lid on it

  The call from our complex’s management company came in on Tuesday: The roofers would be starting in on our building on Thursday.

The first one's free

 

          What with electronic bill paying, the advent of email and then texting, our mailbox is often pretty barren.

Dental Daydreams

 

Off to the dentist’s office at high noon today, the hygienist at one end of the showdown, pick in hand, and me there at the other end with nothing but my plaque to protect me.

Golf Drama

Outside of playing so badly lately that I’ve come darn close to throwing myself onto the fairway and pounding the ground in frustration, golf can be a serene experience.