Herself: Monday: Swam and leg still looks good. Talked with Bee, groceries, stopped into store with camera, uploaded photos, read, looked at BBQ’s for the Friday meeting with G. I wonder where we would keep it. Portland daughter called and thrilled me.
Us: Together we managed to get Grumpy to the dealer for his oil, lube, change out the steering wheel, paintless dent removal on the fender where I hit the trash can, replace broken cup holder, fix the seat, and most importantly, fix the leak. A drip a day leak that annoys both of us. (He did the same thing with the Toyota and the trash can so I don't feel quite so bad.)
Reading: Finishing a Crider and moving on to the newest Marcia Muller.
One year we drove over near Shelter Island, walked onto the island for the fireworks, and hitchhiked off with a friend. That worked pretty well tho traffic still slowed us down. Walking onto the island carrying the heavy stuff this year doesn’t seem a really good idea. I told him that we could drive down to the beach, leave the car, and take a bus down later to watch the fireworks. We would still meet with horrific traffic when getting out of the beach itself later. He suggested that we could go park on top of a hill. No close up and personal there.
Himself would like to see the fireworks, but he doesn’t want to get caught in traffic. He says he has to be functional at work the next day. I would like to sit right, square underneath the blasts when they go off and have my ear drums vibrating for days. Perhaps over the next two days, we can find a compromise that amuses both of us.