sunny, beautiful day, temps 25
A perfect summer day. hardly a cloud, no humidity, warm without being too hot. Wonderful.
Woke up and decided to go into Knowlton for breakfast. Scrambled eggs, melted brie, croissants and bowls of cafe au lait, on the verandah of the Cafe Floral, overlooking the village green and mill pond.
Dropped by the electronics store to talk about why two perfectly good, brand new Aquos TV's haven't worked in our new TV room. They're stumped. Though my theory of ghosts got a boost from Gary when he told us yesterday his nail gun, battery operated and in use for years, suddenly started smoking while working in the new TV room.
I can feel a Catholic priest in our future. Will let you know if there's any green vomit or head spinning.
Speaking of disgusting things, Lise pointed out yesterday that far from a ghostly visit our garden had been visited by a family of ravenous deer. They'd eaten the heads off the phlox and the hostas right down to the ground. It was either the deer or Wayne went nuts with the whipper-snipper. Wayne seemed sane, so the deer get the blame. Something slightly poetic about that sentence. Lise's solution to the deer? Spread a concoction of dried human waste product.
You know what that means.
She wrote today to say she'd done it.
Can you believe it? Ghosts in the TV room and crap in the garden.
Do you think Lise has finally found her revenge for the Welcome-to-the-job urinal? Or our gas plant that burned her? Or the snakes?
We probably deserve it.
Michael went swimming today and tried out the butterfly kicks we've been watching at the Water Cube at the Olympics. He stayed stationary. He tried it again. Still nothing. Not even a personal best. On getting out he said he'd heard that the best temperature for an Olympic swim was 78 degrees, and since we keep our pool closer to 85 he thought that was probably the problem. Too hot. It sapped his strength. That's the only thing standing between him and an Olympic swim.
Seems some of what Lise spread landed on my husband too.
Edited more today...but hit a small snag. A necessary section, but one that feels as though it's slowing this part down, just when it should be storming along. Not sure what to do about it, but I stopped, had a bath, and will spend the evening thinking about it. Get back to it tomorrow. I know a solution will present itself. Always does.
Take care and talk tomorrow.