Time flies because I’m not sure how we got to the second week in September already. We’ve had a couple of days of cool weather and were able to open the windows. That’s a really good thing since several of the line items on our electric bill have gone up almost 20%.
The list of fall chores is long, but I’ve been working on it along with my fall job of moving. Moving is what gardeners do, right? I have a couple of beds that I’m transitioning from perennials to shrubs, and some did better than others in their previous spots. I also bought a dwarf white dogwood, and I moved two other shrubs to get the perfect place for the dogwood.
Along with gardening maintenance, how about some numbers this Monday? I like numbers, at least the regular kind that don’t have letters attached, but even I don’t like these numbers.
57. Yesterday, we traveled to a neighboring town to do a couple of errands. On the way, we saw a lot of deceased squirrels on the highway. On the way back, we counted 57 dead squirrels on a 9.5 mile trip. According to the news, last year was a big reproductive year for them and now they are hunting for food. NH does a really good job of picking up litter along the roads, but I think they need to head out there with a shovel because it’s pretty gruesome out there.
78. Seventy eight were the number of people waiting to be seated at Newick’s Lobster House on Saturday evening of Labor Day weekend. I was there to get some clam chowder to go because I knew I could do that easily. Have you ever stood in line with that many people to eat at a restaurant? Not me, I don’t care what they serve.
264. Two hundred and sixty-four was what we were charged last week for a 30 minute service call. I am grateful they came, I’m grateful we had the money to pay it, but really? Does anyone really deserve $254 in labor for less than 30 minutes. I’m thinking some of the younger generation needs to forget the corporate world and instead start a service business.
Tomorrow, I think I can safely say, we will all stop to take a moment and remember 9/11. Gone but never forgotten.