“Remoted” – Day 61 (Saturday)

How do you let a beautiful-weather day slip away? Easy. Start the day with coffee, good intentions, and “just a few pieces” in the Sherlock Holmes jigsaw puzzle started the night before. It will be 7:30 a.m, then the next thing you know, it will be noon. Then 3:00, then suppertime. 

Puzzle progress!

At 5:00, I finally came out of the puzzle stupor and went on the deck to sit in the sun and read a book (still The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto). Prepared with a big glass of ice water, I herded the dogs out and settled into a chair in the sun. Moose settled into pooping on the deck. Not in one spot of course. It was a walking poo that spanned a good foot and a half of distance. He has never done this before. Not on the deck, anyway. That I know of. As I arose to fetch poop bags from inside, Moose let loose a giant stream of pee onto the planter on the deck. By the time I cleaned up the poo and sprayed down the scenes of both canine crimes with Nature’s Miracle to kill the scent, the sun was blocked by a series of clouds. By then I was chilly, even though it was in the mid 60s, so back inside we went. 

Around 6:30 p.m., a neighbor texted wondering what happened across the street at the party house to attract five police cruisers. Each time they come, they bring more reinforcements. Cripes, I even missed that. It's like a puzzle coma stole my entire day. Whatever went down across the street was quiet. They didn't even have a massive party going on with 10 cars and eight motorcycles (that was last night). And there was no screaming and swearing match, which has preceded some of the earlier visits by the police. Today is a mystery all the way around. 

And that, along with some potato chips, was the day. Pretty much all of it. Is there a restart option like on cable channel shows?