Sasquatch is back.
He/She/It comes around about this time every year. He/She/It makes a sound like two wooden drumsticks repeatedly knocked together. The first time I heard it, I googled, "animal" and "sounds like two sticks being knocked together?" Google said it could be Sasquatch. Intriguing, but I figure it's something closer to a turkey. In any case, whatever he/she/it is, his/her/its name is "Sasquatch."
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I finally made it to the grocery store yesterday but came home with the same old boring stuff. Meat is ridiculously expensive. We're going to eat from what's already in our freezer. Starting tomorrow, I won't be cooking dinner every night since The Husband will be out of town for the rest of the week. It'll be toast or sandwiches for me until he comes home.
After the grocery store run, I picked the community garden peas. There were so few green pods left on the vines that I did not see the point in trying to eke out another picking, so I pulled up the vines. There was one tiny squash to pick, and the vines look like they're on their last leg. I think I'm done with the community garden this year.
This afternoon, I start a new art class, a 4-week drawing class. We'll learn perspective and color theory. I'm stoked, not so much for the learning as for the chance to socialize a little.
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