It was a big day over here on the inner coastal plain. My lovely mother-in-law came for a visit this weekend. She is presently putting her stamp of approval on the property. Perhaps we’ll go out to see a few of the local small town charms this weekend.
Today, the try-hard pest control people came for a visit. They smiled and were encouraging and enthusiastic and sure of themselves. They petted the cats. They would not take any of my cardboard boxes. But they did wave around the wands on their high pressure rigs. And, for some reason, one of the guys brushed down the sides of the house with a giant broom.
At the very least, we look industrious to the new neighbors? One hopes, anyway.
It was a full day without feeling like it. Or, it was a day that went by fully without feeling heavy. A fine summer Friday leading into a relaxing weekend. Just what most everyone should have.
How fine a summer’s day? Let me sum it up like this: a family friend who was passing through stopped in to join us for lunch. We dined outside on a tomato pie and a pretty incredible strawberry salad. If everyone had been wearing white we could have looked like extras in The Great Gatsby. (Also, I’m a solid strawberry solid convert now.)
Here are a few more clips from the Barenaked Ladies show we saw on Wednesday.
This is an old, old, deep cut. You had to buy this on a cassette way back when. The band was still very Canadian-centric at the time. Probably they hadn’t even heard of the United States at this point. Which would be odd, considering they’re from just across Lake Ontario.
Do you need a bass solo to get your weekend started? You need a bass solo to get your weekend started.
I’ll get another couple days out of this show, not to worry.
Happy weekend!
