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Wednesday, August 15 2018
With the exception of some fair-weather cumulus clouds, it was sunny all day today without a single raindrop falling from the sky. I took advantage of the weather by dragging the light green carpet from Gretchen's basement library (which has been on sawbucks in the yard since before we left for the Adirondacks) and putting it on top of the Subaru, where it would be exposed to more sunlight and greater airflow. It still contained enough water to make it heavy, but I was able to carry it. Interestingly, its material is so impervious to water flow that it had contained a small pond of water the entire time we'd been in the Adirondacks. When Gretchen bailed it out yesterday, it contained a fair number of mosqito larvæ.
Later in the day (but before the carpet was perfectly dry) I took it down to the basement and put it in approximately the place it will end up in Gretchen's library. Later I came down with a vacuum cleaner to suck up all the ants, spiders, and gravel that it now contained (it picked up the gravel when it briefly lay in the driveway so I could roll it up). In so doing, I found it was wetter than I wanted it to be, so I dragged out to the screened in porch to give it some air. But I didn't leave it there for long. It didn't really matter if it was moist in the library; it's made entirely of synthetic materials, so it cannot grow much mold. And the floor it lies on is vinyl tile atop concrete, none of which deteriorates in water.

This evening I met Gretchen at the bookstore after she and Neville had put in a shift. Some kids had come by and were so smitten with Neville from an earlier visit that they'd bought him a toy: a knitted red bipedal dinosaur.
My reason for being in Woodstock was a dinner date with Chris & Kirsty (the photogenic vegan Buddhists). We ate at the Garden Café of course, and (partly because we had both dogs) we sat in the back part of the outdoor area.
Chris, as you may know, used to work for The Organization during the period when I worked there, though now he's working for a wholly-spunoff daughter organization. That "wholly-spunoff" part is important, since apparently at least one big donor no longer gives money to the parent organization (the one that fired me). But everything is so complicated now, what with the people who fired me now fired themselves. Does that make The Organization good or bad? Effective or floundering. Chris was pretty sure it was in its death throes. He doesn't think any of the people in charge there are up to the task of running an organization so large.
There were other things to be said about The Organization, but some of them can't really be repeated in a public place such as this.
Chris & Kirsty are headed to France for over a month soon, and so there was lots of talk about that. Something was definitely up with them because they kept acting like they'd just fallen in love, though of course they've been together for something like 20 years.
At some point the dogs went crazy about something on the other side of the fence, and one of the servers told us it was probably because an adorable little baby skunk walks along the outside of that fence every evening at about that time.


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