We went to the county farmers market. Got there as everyone was closing down and packing up. It was still interesting, and I saw a Jeep that was really fine.
It had an old World War II style star on the hood and doors. It was marked USMC, and had all the accessories a man's heart could desire. Looked like it came right off the show room floor.
We went by the county canning plant. We knew it wouldn't be open but I wanted to swing by. It's only about a year old. They have everything you need there to can your produce or whatever. Cans, lids, all the necessary equipment. If you don't know how to do it, they have high school girls who work there who will help you get the necessary skills so you can do the canning yourself.
This morning, very early, we got up and went to the lake near our house to walk. We have been watching these geese grow up. They started as little fluff balls and now they are almost adult. The mom and dad are both banded, but we couldn't ever get close enough to really see the bands.
The lake was pretty nice . The temperature was in the upper sixties, and it was not humid. We walked the one mile loop around it. Then we headed up to the big lake, about twenty minutes away.
There's a marina up there where they have a nice area to sit out by the water. You can get BBQ, hot dogs, hamburgers, that kind of thing. When the kids come home in August I am going to rent one of the pontoon boats and take them for a ride. It I can pilot a houseboat twice that size, I ought to be able to operate a pontoon.
I'm getting old. I look it and I sure do feel it. Happens to everybody if you live long enough.
Our lake is not terribly large, but it's very long. Up towards the dam there are islands and it's wide enough to sail. I'd like to get a small boat, like a Lightning or a Rebel, and start that again. M is not anxious to do that, she doesn't like boats. Strange, since she was the one in the Navy, not me.
When we got home, Ton Ton Macoute the cat escaped out the door and we had to go catch him.
Ton Ton came to us via my daughter. She was walking in a park, in the city where she lives up north, and she saw him crawling from car to car, trying to get people to pick him up. He had obviously been run over because his pelvis was crushed. He was in bad shape.
People were just ignoring him. When E and my son G picked him up, some old lady came over and said "are you going to help that cat? He's been like that for a week." My daughter was furious that nobody bothered to help him.
She took him to a vet she uses for her animal rescues. Ton Ton went through several surgeries and spent two months at the vet. The vet checked him and he had a chip. They called the owners with the glad news he had been found. The owners said they had dumped him off in the park, and wanted to know if they were going to have to pay a fine. Apparently, they were the son in law and daughter of an elderly woman who raised Ton Ton from a kitten. They promised the old lady to take care of him, but after she died he "was so much trouble" that they "let him go at the park because he wanted to live outside." They kept the inheritance, but not their promise.
So, Ton Ton stayed in the vet's animal hospital for two months, and when he was well enough, he went to E's apartment on the lake to live with her.
He fit in with everyone but Iggy the Iguana. Iggy is about four feet long and he's like Travis the Chimp. He takes no s**t from anybody. Iggy has a favorite spot by the sliding glass door, where the sun comes in. This is where he suns. Ton Ton liked that spot too. Iggy would come out from under the couch, and there in his spot was Ton Ton. Iggy would do push ups to show his displeasure. The other two cats knew this meant it was time to go elsewhere. Not Ton Ton. Iggy would move his head up and down. This means" last chance, buddy." Ton Ton would just look at Iggy. Then Iggy would attack Ton Ton and bite the hell out of him. Much screeching, running about, and bleeding.
So when the kids came down in April to stay with me a bit while I recuperated, Ton Ton joined the household here. He runs out of the door if he gets the chance. He can open the door if it's unlocked, so now I have to lock the door every time I got outside. He's a good guy, but he's a lot of trouble. Big character, too. We can barely lift him.
And that's how things are in the Blue Ridge today.