Another Friday vacation day, but it was no day at the
beach. That type of vacation day seems to be for other people. My vacation day
started with coffee on the porch with a book (The 7 ½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle). Neighbor Guy and I talked about fencing again. It’s one of our top
topics (along with our dogs) until we manage to get fencing in our respective
yards, and then we can move on to something else. Neighbor Guy and Mrs. Neighbor
Guy did their vacation day right proper – with a trip to the beach and Neighbor
Guy asked me if I could let their beautiful dog Harley out. Of course I was
thrilled to be able to say yes. Harley is my neighbor dog buddy, and her humans are nice,
too.
After letting Harley out, it was time to leave for the
activity dominating my vacation day, which was definitely not a day at the beach. I
had a dental appointment, 25 miles in the opposite direction of the beach.
On a glorious mid- to high-80s day, I was driving 495 in my car, which it was
discovered today, has no functioning air conditioning. The air it currently dispels
is as hot, if not hotter, than the heated air it threw all winter, and I would
probably have been aware of this situation if I’d left the house more in the
past three months. This would have been terrific knowledge to have, for
example, Monday, when the car was dropped at the service station for work,
but now I will get to enjoy making another auto service appointment. During the
sweltering drive, I started having a glimmer of a faint recollection that the
A/C had stopped working last year right around when it was time to switch to using
the heater, but who knows. That was a long time ago and a lot of things have
happened since then.
The dentist appointment was pretty high on the hellacious scale. Based
on the lengthy and expensive appointment with the tooth “buildup” done in February
the day after breaking my tooth, I thought today would be the final step in the
process. This was not the case. Today was two hours of torture involving about
1,000 Novacaine shots and drilling it seemed would never end. Factor in the A/C-free
round-trip travel, and it was four of the most exciting hours in recent memory.
And I get to back in two weeks on another fantastic vacation day.
Because I really know how to live it up, am I right?
While at the dentist, I made a joke about how I
really deserved ice cream for dinner after that visit. Then I realized that
would require a stop to buy some, so maybe the proper reward should be vodka,
which is stocked at the house. During the drive home with the windows open and the air rushing loud enough to drown out the radio, there was time to consider the
merits of a stop at Market Basket. My route home passes a Market Basket so it isn’t
even out of the way, and the stop was made.
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| Spanakopita and salad with feta and stuffed grape leaves. |
The trip to MB was pleasant and uncrowded,
and rolling down the nearly deserted aisles allowed time to reflect on how much
less expensive MB is than the recent Whole Foods deliveries. Items were tossed into the cart with wild abandon – napkins,
toilet paper, coffee filters (100 for $1.99, yes, please!), ramen bricks, stuffed
grape leaves, spanakopita, and so on, except for disinfecting wipes (none on
the shelf) and Kalamata olives (either relocated or out of stock).
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