Tuesday, April 28, 2020
I stained more furniture yesterday -- can you believe it? I know you're thinking, "HOW much patio furniture has this guy got?!" But I'd been debating staining the new table, and I finally buckled down and did it. I used the same natural wood stain that I'd already applied to the bench and folding chairs. I also got stain on one of my favorite t-shirts, which annoyed me.
Then I went grocery shopping and acquired provisions for three days' worth of meals. I also bought a big pot of senetti, a bright purple daisy-like flower, because I am entirely susceptible to garden-related impulse buying. I regretted it when I had to schlep it home along with two bags of groceries.
During my shopping trip, the table had been drying in the garden. I folded it up and brought it inside, and in doing so managed to scrape the heck out of my leg. (Long and not-really-worth-it story.) I then decided to take Olga to the Heath, and while walking there I thought about that scrape -- I had neglected to wash it. What if I came down with something hideous like gangrene? It occurred to me that I had a bottle of lens cleaner in my camera bag -- and it's mostly isopropyl alcohol! So in a very Trumpian move, I sprayed lens cleaner on my leg and as far as I know it worked because it stung like crazy and I don't have gangrene.
Olga and I found some pink bluebells on the Heath. (So, pinkbells, I suppose.) They're really not that unusual. White ones are pretty common, too. Just some of nature's little variations.
I also found this very degraded top to an aluminum can, which I picked up for a closer look because it once had a pull-tab and was obviously quite old. I wanted to see what product the can held. There's no name, but whatever it was had an expiration date of Oct. 18, 1983 -- which means it was sold when I was in high school! Kind of mind-blowing.
On the walk home -- you gotta love someone with a juvenile sense of humor.
I made olga pose (again) next to these bright campanulas. We can't resist them. (Well, she probably could, but I can't.)
I finished the day by doing laundry and plowing through some online reading and more pages of my backlogged New Yorkers. I swear, that magazine causes me stress, arriving every Thursday and piling up the way it does! It's a monthly magazine in a weekly magazine's body.