Monday, August 20, 2018

I'm Walking...

I did some walking yesterday. Sam and I went to The Dinosaur Place down in Montville. We saw 40 life-sized dinosaurs, and also some plants that were around when the dinosaurs roamed. There was a special trail just for dinosaurs that were known to be in Connecticut. One, in fact, has only been found in Connecticut and nowhere else in the world. The map said the trails covered over 1.5 miles, but we did some double backing, so we probably walked over two miles. It was a pretty cool place. If it was not so expensive, I'd go back again soon. Actually, off-season is almost half the price, so we'll see. After, we ate at David's Place right across the street. We drove, though.

Later in the day, I went walking with Kerri, Riley, and Sandy. It's best to bring about six bags with you when walking the dogs, because they like to spread out their activities. They never seem to want to do it all at once. During our walk, we saw Sam and Amelia's nurse from elementary school, Mr. J., walking his dog. To this day, I still instinctively call him Dr. J., which nobody younger than 40 understands. So that was a good walk, too.

It also happened to be a gorgeous day to be outside. It's been a while and it felt nice. Today is equally as pleasant. "It's a good day for a mow." Which, of course, you do by walking.

Friday, August 17, 2018

Humidity, Dew Points, and DoorDashing

Following a winter that would not quit--it snowed on my birthday, April 22, for the first time in my life--and a spring that didn't seem to exist, this summer is dragging on. How many days can we have of this humidity? Actually, it's going to break on Sunday, but it's been a long time coming. And come to think of it, "humidity" is the wrong word anyway. The sticky feeing is not the level of humidity, but the dew point temperature. In the 50s and below is dry. In the 60s it starts to get uncomfortable. Anything 70 and above is just icky. It's been in the high 60s and low 70s for almost two weeks. But come Monday, it will be in the 50s again.

We just ordered some food with DoorDash. It's like UberEATS except there are a lot more restaurants to choose from, and the prices are amazingly reasonable. It's a bad habit I don't want or need to get into.

There is a paper bag on the floor next to where I work at home, and I always think it's one of the dogs looking up at me. Perhaps it's time to go through the bag and get rid of it?

The food will be here soon.