Mandrake of Simmer
Jul. 19th, 2020 12:29 amI spent another hour and a half today weeding, picking some beans, and watering things. That may have been overdoing it, because it was really hot today. However, I did have enough purple pod beans to cook for dinner as a tasty addition to the leftovers, also tasty. My pea vines, defying the hot weather, showed up with another little clutch of pods, too. You guys are awesome!
This evening, we met with our friends from church for the first time in ages. We brought our own chairs and refreshments and sat at an appropriate distance around a fire container in our host's driveway. I brought a thermos full of ice water. One of our friends apparently decided he could save money by buying a gallon jug of vodka and mixing his own coolers with cranberry juice. I think everyone over the age of 16 knows that vodka and juice is a mocker and very deceptive. Certainly that proved again to be the case tonight. Perhaps our middle-aged friends had forgotten how easy it is to suck down more than you really intended. It was all fine until they decided they should go home. The husband confessed he had gone in the back yard to smoke, tripped over the rock garden, and broke his glasses. So his wife was going to have to drive. Not only does she have really bad knees, but she was at least two sheets to the wind to his three. Our host's house is 10-15 miles out of town, but our inebriated comrades don't live far from our neighborhood, so we offered to drive them. The host will bring their car over tomorrow. So we've done our good deed for the day. It was mildly amusing. It's been a long time since we had to confiscate anyone's car keys. Normally the gatherings we attend are more sedate. I think covid-19 quarantine is wearing everybody down. Oh, and for any anxious friends and family who may be reading, we all had masks on in the car, and the windows were rolled down. (FYI you can still smell vodka through a mask!) It was nice but weird to see everyone under these circumstances. Anyway, we're glad to be home now.
This evening, we met with our friends from church for the first time in ages. We brought our own chairs and refreshments and sat at an appropriate distance around a fire container in our host's driveway. I brought a thermos full of ice water. One of our friends apparently decided he could save money by buying a gallon jug of vodka and mixing his own coolers with cranberry juice. I think everyone over the age of 16 knows that vodka and juice is a mocker and very deceptive. Certainly that proved again to be the case tonight. Perhaps our middle-aged friends had forgotten how easy it is to suck down more than you really intended. It was all fine until they decided they should go home. The husband confessed he had gone in the back yard to smoke, tripped over the rock garden, and broke his glasses. So his wife was going to have to drive. Not only does she have really bad knees, but she was at least two sheets to the wind to his three. Our host's house is 10-15 miles out of town, but our inebriated comrades don't live far from our neighborhood, so we offered to drive them. The host will bring their car over tomorrow. So we've done our good deed for the day. It was mildly amusing. It's been a long time since we had to confiscate anyone's car keys. Normally the gatherings we attend are more sedate. I think covid-19 quarantine is wearing everybody down. Oh, and for any anxious friends and family who may be reading, we all had masks on in the car, and the windows were rolled down. (FYI you can still smell vodka through a mask!) It was nice but weird to see everyone under these circumstances. Anyway, we're glad to be home now.