Today was just about a perfect day. Sunshine all day and yard sales.I saw some of the most beautiful scenery. Winding , tree draped roads that led to ocean views. I wondered if the people who live in these beautiful areas
appreciate what I am seeing. I have lived mostly in urban environments. City streets,buses,people walking on sidewalks. Here is unadulterated serenity. A couple of summers ago, when I was first here for a visit, I asked how anyone could work here. It is just
too beautiful. The answer that I got was that it was hard . After going to 4 yard sales, and seeing the same people at each of them, we bought Vietnamese sandwiches and ate them watching sail boats tack
into the wind. How much better can it get. I am so lucky... and I know it.
It made it up to 56 today.I do have AC, but at this rate, I won't get to use it. I went to water the new grass at least two times today, but each
time , it started to drizzle. I had to decide if I wanted to get wet myself or just let nature do its thing. I went with nature. Today was Challah day and actually, I have not mastered it yet. There has got to be some problem with the flour or the temperature
or the humidity, but I haven't made a perfect loaf yet. They taste fine,but they don't look picture perfect. One of these days I am going to get it just the way that I want it. I could hear and later see a small bulldozer
plowing through the over grown lots across the street from us. sooner or later someone is going to buy the 3 lots and maybe block our tiny view of the sound. I am hoping that the lots will be so expensive, that no one can afford them. Real estate is so out
of bounds already in PT that can happen.Houses are going hundred of thousands over asking price because of bidding wars. The property across the street has been in that family for years, undeveloped. The time is sure right for the heirs to sell. Can't fault
them for that. As long as Dixie and I have our county owned nature trail right next to us, We're happy.
Those Growler planes are back again. I don't know why they bother me so much. Today, I was determined to spot one. I couldn't. What they do is land on fighter ships. So they practice landing and taking off. Over and over
again. They are not supposed to be carrying nuclear bombs in practice, just your ordinary destructive bombs. I am assuming that during practice, they aren't carrying any bombs at all. I feel some what better thinking that. I tried sporting them as I finished
up my mowing, but they were either too high or I was not looking where they were. I was going by sound and since sound carries differently, I didn't
have a clue where to look. After I killed the mower I was using yesterday,, my son had another one tucked in his wood shed. His wood shed is actually a shed where lumber is kept. Long pieces of lumber, shorter ones left from projects. This is not to be confused
with the shed that has logs for burning in his wood stove. Dixie loves the wood shed. I suspect that there are mice in there. She gets on her belly and scoots under pieces of lumber looking for what I think is mice. When I call her, it takes a few minutes
for her to find her way out of the stacked wood. I've told her that she is on her own in there. I'm not going after her if she gets stuck. At least that is what I tell her.
Yesterday was weeding day, today is mowing day. However, I killed the lawn mower, before I could finish the back yard. It died in the line of duty. Just the way it should
be. This electric mower was a freebie. Here in PT, if you want to get rid of something large, like an ironing board or cabinets ,you just set the things out by the road. I would say "out by the curb", but there are no curbs here. So my son, who denies being
a hoarder, but insists that he is a collector, picked up this lawn mower from the " curb". I have been using it for two seasons and it was a little temperamental. Probably why it was left to be adopted by someone,like my son. The good news is that there was
another lawn mower in the wood shed, so I was able to finish the job. Mowing is a little tiring, so I was glad when I finally finished. Dixie has a problem when I don't pay attention to her. When I focus on my iPad, she will paw it to get my attention. She
certainly did not like all of the time I spent fooling around with a lawn mower. She tried following me, which was dangerous. Then she just stared at me from the deck. Then she just gave up,and took a nap.
Which is what I am going to do now that I have finished the mowing.
today was sunny all day. That is a little unusual. Mostly ,it has been rainy in the morning and clearing up around 2 or 3. Having sun all day just makes you have a need to be outdoors . I often leave the screen door opened
when I am working outside. Dixie isn't an outdoor dog. After a little time outside, she goes in and sets herself right at the doorway. Today, a bird flew in. This happened once before and with a towel and both the bird and me fluttering around, I could catch
it and shake it outside. This bird , today, was in a frenzy. It flew into walls, windows, fell behind the couch, knocked itself out, twice, and repeated this all again. I
didn't want a dead bird on my conscious, so I gave it time to recover and tried again to direct it out. Finally, after at least an hour, it flew out of the opened door. Dixie will just have to be an outside dog or else just stay in the house while I am working
outside. I was covering my potato plants to get another layer of potatoes. This is so cool. You just keep adding more growing material, I am using broken down leaves, covering the plant up to its top, just leaving some green leaves visible. More potatoes will
grow ,you do this a couple of times in the growing season, and you get a bunch of potatoes.I picked a lot of arugula. I never heard of arugula when I was a kid, or even when I had a family. I grew up on iceberg lettuce and that was fine with me.My grandson said that arugula was called rocket lettuce. Still never heard of it. I have to give my mother credit. We had a green salad every single night with
a vinaigrette dressing, homemade. I think she was ahead of her time with that.