The Tomato Gift

Today, Doug was reluctant to take a trip up to the house with stuff because it is Football Season and ... Football. But he saw the smartness in it, and we packed up stuff. He did the pantry, I did the china plates and fancy glassware. We took things that were on hangers in the closets, laid all that on top of the boxes, and we took off.

Initially Geoff had said he was coming with us, but he opted to study and keep the dog. We appreciated that because as much as we want her to come see her new house and play in her new yard, we needed every inch of space in the car. Next trip. 

We unloaded boxes, and Doug wanted to unpack things but I told him no, the kitchen needed to be clean. The cabinets, the shelves, everything - it all needs to be cleaned. He thought I was being fussy. 

"Broom clean means they sweep they floor, they don't clean everything." I said. The place isn't gross, but there is something psychological to me about putting my things into cabinets, and making sure they are all tidy. He agreed. 

He brought the hose with us, and watered all our plants, the indoor and outdoor ones. Everything needed a good soaking. It is warm enough out that I'm not concerned about the house plants, so they are spending another night in the carport. That, and there isn't really anywhere for them to go yet. 

We surveyed the yard and garden, all of it was neglected a bit over the last month or so. It needs weeding, and we'll get into that I'm sure. 

There was a cherry tomato plant which had been ripped up at the roots and chucked into the way back of the yard at the tree line. Doug thought this was a criminal prosecutable act. I agreed, and decided to salvage all the tomatoes that were still attached.  

There was another cherry tomato vine growing on the side of the house, so I harvested all the ripe ones. There are plenty of little green ones that will keep on going, and I look forward to picking them off in the coming weeks. 

Also, by the back gate there is a zinnia growing with gorgeous blooms all over it. The colors are so rich and vibrant. Two of them we busted after getting jacked by the gate, so I cut them off and came inside. The only thing I unpacked was a bud vase that I knew exactly where it was. 

Once we had done everything that we could short of going to the store and buying stuff to clean with that we have plenty of here at this house and I can bring up there tomorrow, we decided it was time to eat. Off to the Broad Axe, which Doug found online, and the reviews and comments were quite favorable. 

Great choice. We had the best buffalo wings I've had in forever. And my burger was perfect. Doug got the fish and chips, and it was catfish - and it was perfectly done. Their draft beer selection is limited, but, they had stuff I've never had so it was nice. The staff was lovely, friendly, and the place was hopping but not over crowded. For a Sunday night out, it was a great choice. We'll be back!

Home by 9pm. Perfect trip. 

Tomorrow, up again to clean. I think I'll go solo, and Doug can get more done around here. 

More flowers for your entertainment. Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 11/12 hours. missed 11am because I was doing dishes and lost track of time. 10 min. pokemon walk for .46 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 118
xpm: x
10:45pm: 130

food & meds:
8:45am: jardiance+phentermine
10:45am: blueberry pancakes w/a little syrup
11:45am: met+glip
5pm: a lot of cherry tomatoes
6:45pm: buffalo wings; bacon bleu burger, a little cole slaw but it wasn't tasty; 3 beers
9pm: met+glip