If you’ve never been to Purgatory Chasm in Sutton MA, I recommend it. It’s a really giant hole in the ground where you can go and climb and hike around. I was happy to notice that all the other people we saw were at least wearing sneakers (as opposed to flip-flips or something equally ridiculous for a place like this).
When you’re out in the woods, if there’s one thing you want to make sure you have, it’s an old-school, wall mounted pencil sharpener. I suppose we could use it on marshmallow sticks?
My vote-by-mail packet arrived today. Now I have to do some homework to see who I want to replace Joe Kennedy (because he’s deserting us to run for Senate, the jerk).
A local group is trying to make masks for students, and asked for help from the community with ironing, cutting and sewing the material. I actually kind of like to iron; I appreciate the immediate results of it. So I offered to help with ironing, and it’s feeding the instant gratification monkey in my brain very nicely.
Between aging (ugh, what a terrible word) and year of taking coricosteroids, I have developed thin skin (literally, not figuratively), especially on my hands and forearms. If I manage to cut myself (in this case, during the dangerous activity of folding laundry) I can’t use a regular band-aid; removing it will actually tear the skin again. So now I use these self-sticking bandages that come in super fun colors.
Doug and I went for a lovely paddle down in West Roxbury today. Saw lots of ducks, geese, shorebirds, and a few herons. Given that I took this on my pocket camera, and not Doug’s big-boy camera with the giant lens, I’m pretty happy with this photo.
lawn sign
The rug in front of the kitchen sink. Why? Another one of those days when I couldn’t find any real photographic inspiration. Hence….the rug.
It’s fun getting eggs from a local farm. Clearly, that whole “brown eggs are local eggs” thing is garbage.
Last night there was a crow on our back patio. It was clearly in distress, and died after not too long. Concerned about diseases like west Nile, I contacted a couple wildlife rehabilitators, and they suggested contacting Tufts Wildlife Clinic in the morning. The clinic said they didn’t test for these things, and that I could leave the crow in the woods. Online resources had recommended double bagging it and putting it in the trash, but I didn’t feel at all good about that, and much preferred the suggestion from Tufts. So the crow is now resting alongside the Charles River.
