At Random

I spent most of yesterday in the rental house, moving boxes of books and assorted stuff belonging to older son and wife from one cubby hole to another to free up space so potential tenants will have a bit of storage space upstairs.  I also tossed out quite a lot of useless stuff that should never have been stored in the first place. . . .

I mean, what's with all these flimsy wire coat hangers shoved into one of the cubby holes? And then I remembered the tenant who left a whole pile of trash in the basement -- and that there were lots of coat hangers in that pile.

That guy was an executive type who took his shirts to be laundered and ironed professionally and they were tenants for several years. Five shirts a week and the coat hangers begin to pile up . . .  260 in a year . . . plus everyone knows that, left to their own devices in an undisturbed space, wire coat hangers will breed....

No, I'm not including pictures of the coat hangers.  Too depressing. But here's a quick shot of the turkey moms and their almost full-grown poults, as well as (in a graceful segue) some of our Brown Turkey variety figs -- which have been delicious.

After an exhausting day  stooping and scrabbbling in the cubby holes, while John was occupied in a similar weeding out of junk in the basement of the rent house, there was a beautiful soaking, much-needed inch and a half of rain. 

Sweaty and filthy, but feeling quite virtuous, we sat on the porch with gin and tonics to enjoy the sound and the coolness of the downpour. 

Then Justin and Claui came up for supper (I'd made chicken salad in the morning) and we had champagne (okay, sparkling wine -- it was Spanish not French) with dinner to celebrate the rain.

Perhaps it's understandable if this post is somewhat . . . random.