Let me see... with another day together, PG and I drove to the At Home store, where she picked out some new bath rugs and a matching set of towels. They asked us to sign up for their mailing list, so I gave them a non-essential email address and they took 10% off the bill. Eight bucks is eight bucks.
On the way there and back, we listened to the Max podcast Talking Pictures with guest Carol Burnett. We saw that the new building that had been going up while PG was getting her PT nearby turned out to be a medical office. Catty-corner from it, where there used to be a stable, there's now a storage unit.
We stopped at Wegmans and got stuff from our shopping list, which ended up costing nearly as much as the rugs and towels, but took up far less space. There wasn't even any meat in either of the shopping bags. Parmesan cheese, mezzaluna pasta, pierogies, bananas, a cucumber, vinaigrette, paprika, oregano, lemonade, ice cream, Pepsi for tomorrow's pizza, probably too much info.
Small tasks: brought the corded leaf blower inside off the deck and put it in the basement until next fall. Brought the battery-powered blower in from the garage and used it to move the dust and fur on the basement steps to the bottom, then put it and its batteries next to the other blower. Took a gas can to a nearby Wawa and got a couple of gallons of alcohol-free gasoline, which will be used in the snow blower this winter.
PG watched Whitstable Pearl, and across the room, while my little cat rested on my lap, I watched YouTube on the laptop. Irma La Douce, some music videos. Drummed along with Lenny Kravitz's Low, which is slow enough and simple enough for an inexperienced student. Later, a few minutes of a 23-year-old Joan Crawford in Our Dancing Daughters on the TiVo.
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