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Lowes garden supply shopping in a Chevy Bolt
Saturday, May 29 2021
The day was cold and rainy, with temperatures rising into the low-50s at best. Gretchen and I did our Saturday morning coffee routine in the living room, eventually starting a fire fueled with old books Fahrenheit 451-syle. The panagram for the Saturday New York Times Spelling Bee was "voltage" (with "a" in the middle). It took us awhile to find, and it was Gretchen who found it.
Kacey, our across-the-street neighbor, spent the winter (and much of the spring) with her boyfriend Konco down in Florida. But they've been back for some weeks now and today she'd arranged to come over and walk dogs with Gretchen. (I'd heard so little from Kacey that I'd assumed she'd fallen out of friendship with Gretchen, but it seems that hadn't happened.) Due to the rain, though, initially Kacey just sat with us in our living room. Everyone was acting like the pandemic was over, but it turned out that Kacey hasn't been vaccinated, and neither has Konco. Kacey had some sort of mild vegan-based reason for not getting the vaccine, and also seemed she and Konco weren't fully trusting of the hurried production of the vaccines. In any case, she also seemed to think it was generally good that people were getting vaccinated. We then talked for awhile about the kooky conspiracy theories circulating among the staff at the Garden Café in Woodstock keeping all them from getting vaccinated. One of those is that the vaccines were somehow made of chopped-up embryoes obtained from Planned Parenthood (I kid you not).
At some point Gretchen and I took Kacey upstairs to see the laboratory, which was a complete mess the only other time she'd seen it. Now, of course, the floor is freshly painted and it's amazing. We also showed her the balls I'd been making from Oscar's hair, the largest of which has a larger diameter than a baseball.
The rain eventually stopped and Kacey and Gretchen were able to walk the dogs. Later Kacey actually stuck around and helped Gretchen try to remove white dog hair (from Neville) stuck to the upholstery in the Nissan Leaf, which Gretchen was trying to make presentable so it could be sold. The vacuum cleaner wasn't strong enough and lint tape didn't seem to work either. Gorilla Tape (a kind of high-end duct tape) worked better, but the best tape of all proved to be carpet tape, which Kacey went back to her house to get. At some point I went downstairs and got the big shop vac, and that actually had the suction to get most of the hair remaining, particularly when using the tip of the necked-down hose to agitate the surface.
I needed some more gardening supplies, so in the later afternoon I loaded up the dogs into the new Chevy Bolt and drove out to Lowes. There I got a number of large and mid-sized plastic pots along with a couple pots featuring cutouts on the bottom so they could be set atop the east deck's railing. It would be great to have pots full of plants all the way around the east deck. The Bolt's hatchback cargo area is significantly smaller than that of the Leaf, meaning I will probably have to use the Subaru more for projects involving significant hauling. The Bolt's cargo area was barely large enough to fit the pots I'd bought (all of which I carried in my arms).
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