Musings

Best €2 we spent in Spain

Here’s a most useful souvenir from our trip. We cut many snacks—fruit, cheese, bread, sausages…mmm. And it’s still useful now that we’re back home. [BTW, that’s a large reddish.]

Minor mystery remains

We headed out for weekend grocs, and found four emergency vehicles in front of TJs—two fire trucks, one ambulance, and one SUV. We entered the store, but didn’t see any evidence of what the crisis had been.

So, we shopped, paid, and left.

No swearing (in)

The other week I got a jury summons, or more precisely, a qualified summons. In our county, you call a number the night before your day, and a recorded voice says which groups are to appear the next day, and which are dismissed. My group was dismissed.

Now, I believe in jury duty and I have twice been chosen, but I was glad this time around to not have to go downtown, and perhaps wait around and not be chosen, or be chosen and have to show up for multiple days…well, there are many permutations. Instead, I woke up and yawned and didn’t have to rush around and head to the courthouse metal detector by 8:30am.

Old leaves, new posey

I think I’m relapsing on adjusting to the time change, but only partly. I awaken “normal,” and fall asleep “late.”

Urban, possibly urbane

Waaaay before covid, we drifted away from going out and about as much…fewer restaurant visits, waaaay less book shopping…that kind of thing. Out and about today, that’s what I thought about when I saw tall buildings that mostly didn’t exist in those shop-and-spend days.

Yawn

I stayed awake until 3:30am, when this last storm-blotch moved on. We were lucky. We had wind and rain, but no tornado and no power outage.

Stumped no more

A non-self-driving robot came and de-stumped us…actually, it ground (sawed) up only one stump. We kept the others to hold the bank that they’re embedded in.

And thus we have the end of the wind-felled tree saga…except for creating a new version of the back garden now that it gets some sun. I emphasize: some.

Last one standing

Stubborn stob

Meet the stubborn stob (which I wanted to spell as staub, but I don’t think that’s a real word in English, although this posting program is accepting it—hmm, while it tries to change stob to stop—rrrr). The crew de-branched the stob yesterday, and they’re coming back tomorrow to take it down. Waah. But it has to go. We had a good run with these trees, and now a no-name storm has taken them from us (with the help of tree-removal teams).

Unexpected pleasures

Binging tonight on A Man on the Inside, the Ted Danson “vehicle,” mostly because we were up for a comedy. We’ve been…enjoying it. Really.

Chainsaw ballet

At 9:30 this morning, the leaner was still rooted to the ground—ish.

By early afternoon, the top was removed and both the leaner and the one that fell away from our house were mostly removed.

Shortly before the guys closed down for the day, the leaner’s stump was removed, and the one that fell was merely a stub of a sump.

The elegance and carefulness of the work crew was something to behold (pardon the passive voice).