Author: doug

This hot dog bun has been sitting on our counter since our July 4 BBQ, in its bag. No sign of mold. I am too scared to look at the ingredient list.

Some people are predisposed to see Jesus in their toast. Me, I’m evidently destined to see Martha’s Vineyard in my food.

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I met Kat & Bob for drinks and dinner in South Boston this evening at Row 34. We were fortunate to get a very nice table on the patio under an awning.

(note: FB friends: this post is from last Thursday)

Our solar power system was finally switched on this afternoon. By the time I got home we had produced 11 kWh of power today.

My work’s summer party was today. We had an outing to Thompson Island in Boston Harbor.  It was… hot.

For the past 14 years we have kept a freshwater aquarium. But in our current house, there is no good spot for it: everywhere we’ve tried, sunlight levels cause excessive algae growth. This puts it solidly on the wrong side of the work vs. enjoyment balance. So we made a decision last fall to not replace fish as they died. This week we lost the last 2 fish, and today I am cleaning everything up in preparation for finding it a new home.

Definitely mojito weather this evening. This one is made with Rhum Agricola, agave nectar, and home-grown mint.

The elm tree we had to have taken down was, by my count, 59 years old. About 10 years worth of rings on the outside are much narrower, telling me that’s when it started to become less healthy.

We had a dead tree taken down today. I asked them to leave me a couple of wood cookies, 6″ thick slices of trunk. I’ll make a couple of rustic outdoor tables from them. Currently they’re wet and the larger one weighs more than I do, and they’re bound to split as they dry. But I think they’ll make nice outdoor tables.

 

Bonus picture: the trunk these came from.