After Bikram, Kathrin and I had some stops to make. Our first stop was Island Naturals. She had bought some tampons there, and they were the wrong kind. She finally decided that their brands were too expensive, and she would get a large box at Costco.
Our next stop was the transfer station. I dumped my third sizeable plastic bag of paper from Mike. I found a blue book from his foreign language reading test in Greek test he took in 1995 to fulfill a Ph.D. requirement, a 1985 will from Jean, and study notes for another language test. Really?
Then off to Costco where I got gas, and then Kathrin and I did some shopping. My main target was as many boxes of vinegar as I could fit in my cart. The number is 6. I don’t know if I mentioned it already, but I have discovered that I can pour a gallon of vinegar into a garden spray container and get a large area weeded likitty split. Love it! Can’t wait to take on the whole property. So far, I’ve been weeding with kettles of boiled water. It works, but it’s too labor-intensive. Now that it’s summer, I can’t keep ahead of the growth. I would have to boil something like 20 pots a day. I love this new method; it works, it’s cheap, and it’s nontoxic.

This blog started when my husband was rushed to the hospital on January 24th, 2019, and continues up to the present time. Spoiler Alert: He died five weeks later on March 3rd of severe acute pancreatitis. My year of “Magical Thinking” started after that, following in the footsteps of Joan Didion, my adjustment to life without Michael after 45 years together.
Thursday, July 25, 2019
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