It's hammock time. The weather is beautiful, and I have made the most of the day by setting aside technology for the most part. Although technology was responsible for a 6:40 AM jarring waking to the high-pitched shrill screeching of the smoke alarm in our bedroom. There was no smoke, no fire, and no logic behind it going off like that. Jennifer commented that "they usually just chirp", referring to how one typically knows the battery is low. Could it be that this model does not have that feature and instead goes off? As memory serves me that has not been the case in the past, so perhaps this was a fluke. The battery is low, though. And so much for the hammock- the flies are annoying the hell out of me. They are gruesomely drawn to the slight cuts and dried blood on a couple of wands gained while trimming back the oleander tree on the side of the driveway. That after running a few errands. I'm still exhausted by "the Covid," but I get satisfaction from tackling such tasks. 3515s of coffee beans arrived today. I plan to roast several pounds to send up to Leverwerth with Matt. That's not for a few more weeks; I want it to be fresh. Still... I have beans to roast and may do so tomorrow to replace what Martin gave me to hold me over. I went out on a short ride tonight, catching up with Tommy at Alta Vista and then going out to Escobar and Loma Vista where I lived for about five years in the 80's. It was as I was sharing with Tommy how my herniated discs might need surgery that a guy walking along the street overheard us and chimed in about titanium-based options for such issues. I stopped to talk to him. His name was Mark, and he shared so many of his and his brother's issues and successes with this approach. I will be looking into this. These chance encounters typically warrant my consideration and attention. I wrote and posted the story of the photo frames, and will likely be writing more this week about the photo book, the blog entry book, and 13 years of 1st days.
