Monday Morning From Our Living Room |
6:09 |
Kayak Morning |
When I returned home, Evie had been busy, cleaning a few spots on our new carpet. Unlike our old one in which anything that dripped on it. just blended in, this one shows a spill. Fortunately, it cleans up well. Before my lunch, I filled the wheelbarrow up with compost from the past winter, so Evie could disperse it around the perennials and dahlias. I finished up the tas kebab and mashed potatoes for lunch, watched Bosch, then read and napped.
I joined Evie out in the yard around 2:30 and we both stayed out there for at least two hours, reading and enjoying the afternoon sun. I finished my book, Writers and Lovers and loved it, a great read. By 5:00, we had enough sitting around so we worked in the garden again, putting in the cosmos, and moving some plants. I also filled the wheelbarrow up with the last of the compost and spread it around, finishing it off.
Around 6:30, Evie browned some ground beef, added the taco seasoning, warmed up the taco shells, and got out the condiments for our taco salad, lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, taco sauce and of course sour cream. We ate watching the scary reporting of all the disruption in cities across the US until we treated to a dose of *Trump-speak. As usual, he was bullying, with no understanding or empathy. He then had the protesters cleared from in front of the Whtie House with tear gas and police mounted on horses so he could walk to the church nearby for a ridiculous photo op, surrounded by his enablers. A novelist could not make this up. We had enough by 7:30 and turned to our safe haven, TV shows like HomeTown, and Better Call Saul.
* Trump-speak: a “constant stream of exaggerated, invented, boastful, purposely outrageous, spiteful, inconsistent, dubious and false claims.” Perfect
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