Etiquette Classes Should Make a Comeback

One of my fervent wishes is that we would return to a time when people behaved out of basic consideration for their fellow human beings. I am tired of being walked into by people who are so busy looking down at their cell phones that they aren’t watching where they are going—and no, I don’t think I should be the one to move out of their way. I can’t even begin to tell you the kind of stupid driving I’m seeing, especially now that tourist season has started. And the husband and I were supposed to have a phone meeting with someone Friday afternoon—a meeting that required the husband to rearrange his work schedule—and were ghosted by the other party with no explanation.

I don’t think common courtesy is too much to ask, but apparently, it is. Get off my lawn.

And still nothing from QuickBooks.

We had a congregational meeting at church yesterday, a workshop for which we brought in an outside consultant. That was the last big item on my schedule and now things should ease up a bit. I’d really like to finish the BU quilted jacket this week. At this rate, summer will be over before I can get make any warm-weather tops. Mostly, though, I would like to get into some kind of routine. I don’t do well being pulled hither and yon for weeks at a time.

The rental house needs some attention, too, but at this point, we’re just making lists. The husband isn’t going to have time to work on anything until the fall and winter. Our tenants kept the place very clean. The repairs are to address normal wear and tear that happens over time.

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The mama robin hatched out four babies this week. I haven’t had a chance to get a photo, but I’ve been watching their hungry little mouths peeking over the edge of the nest. I have a great view of the nest from the kitchen window.

The chicks we got a few months ago are now teenagers. They can go in and out of the coop but they are still separated from the big chickens. One of the chicks from WS is lame—she had curled toes when I got her but I didn’t realize she also had a splayed leg. She is a bit smaller than the other chicks. She doesn’t move around much, preferring to find a spot and sit there and watch the other chicks run in and out, but she is able to get food and water and the other chicks leave her alone. I said to the husband that she may end up being a pet chicken because I pick her up every day and stroke her head for a few minutes.

It is strawberry season and we have another bumper crop.

They make for great snacking in the garden.