I’ve not drunk a Manhattan since sometime in the Cretaceous period, but while
I was in Martinsville on Friday evening, on a whim, I decided to pick up the
fixins and make one. Damn, it was good! And it made for excellent company
while I went digging through some entertaining memorabilia in the attic and
elsewhere at Pleasant Hill. I dunno that it will become a new staple, but
something tells me it won’t be nearly so long until I make the next such
cocktail. It sure helped sand the edges of what had been a fairly rough week.
I’m pretty sure it had nothing to do with the Manhattan — more the need to get
the stagnant blood moving — but there is a good-size dogwood tree in the front
yard I have never climbed, and I decided it was as good a time as any. Yep. I
climbed the tree and spent an enjoyable while up there taking in the view at
sunset. It seemed the place to be at the time.
Bright and early Saturday morning, I rode up
Fairy Stone State Park to hunt a new geocache (“A Bench with a View #2” GC9BMGC), which I managed to find readily. At that hour, there wasn’t much activity
going on, although the beach was open for swimming. A few folks were already
wet. As a youngster, I made many trips to the beach at Fairy Stone, but I
don’t think I’ve been there for swimming (or paddle boating) for almost a
decade, when Ms. B. and I spent a pleasant day on the lake. But for
geocaching, Fairy Stone is a favorite and relatively frequent destination.
Despite mounting heat and a brutal mosquito attack, I quite enjoyed the brief
excursion. As I was going back to my car, I heard what I at first thought was
a kid hollering “Uh-oh!” somewhere nearby. But then I realized it wasn’t a kid
but a bird. My best information is that it’s a fishing crow, a critter I am
fairly certain I’ve never heard before. Play the video below to give the
amusing little fellow a listen.
After that, it was back home to get to work on the home renovation — this
time, removing, cleaning, and sanding the kitchen cabinets (at least a few of
them this time around) in preparation to paint them. We had the new
countertops installed last week, and they look quite lovely. Next step is the
new flooring, which we ordered yesterday afternoon. What a job this is turning
out to be, not that I ever had any illusions it would be anything else.
For dinner, friends Joe & Suzy came over, and we ordered
pizza from
Marco’s, which is, in my considered opinion, the best pizza in town. Needless to
say, there was a wine aplenty, all good, both white and red. We took advantage
of a reasonably comfortable evening to eat dinner and hang out on the front
porch for a while before the mosquitos finally drove us indoors.
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| The lighting from our phones provided a weird, somewhat intriguing image of the gang |
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| Hallo, how are you, nice day |
Naturally, this morning saw the No-Dead-Weight Irregulars — Diefenbaker (a.k.a. Scott), Fishdownthestair (a.k.a. Natalie), Old Rob (a.k.a. Old Rob), and Old Rodan (a.k.a. me) — getting together for a geocaching outing in Cary, over near Raleigh. We hiked the Hatcher Creek Greenway for several miles, picked up a few caches in other random, nearby areas, and had a dynamite Mexican lunch at Mi Cancun restaurant — literally, some of the best Mexican food I’ve had in ages (street tacos with very hot & spicy chicken for me). There are plenty of caches left in the area to bring us back, so I suspect we will venture to Cary again in the near future for, hopefully, an equally enjoyable encore.
I anticipate the usual work week coming up, but potential stumbling blocks
with Mom’s estate loom large, all the more frustrating because they’re
neither of my making nor under my control. But if the worst happens, it’s
going to add yet more complications to this endlessly complicated ordeal. It
is altogether frustrating and unpleasant. I really, truly, cannot wait for
this mess to end. To add insult to injury, I have been summoned for jury
duty next month. What a fooking treat.
Otherwise, life is.
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| The No-Dead-Weight Irregulars meet an angel in a graveyard in Cary |
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| Long, elevated boardwalk on the Hatcher Creek Greenway in Cary |