We were all over the city yesterday. Out to MCC to meet with the financial master, Joe Marchese, over to Sophia’s Shoe Repair where my father picked up his reconditioned leather satchel, down to the the co-op to pick up some cherry concentrate, just enough time to stop home for a tuna sandwich and be at I-Square to take down the show and then over to Carroll’s on East Main where we had a pint to celebrate Martha O’Conner’s birthday. Onward to Geri’s, significantly numbered, Mexican themed, birthday bash. Her son, Paul, was bar-tending and I turned down his Patron and grapefruit in favor of a Tecaté.
I was ready to sleep in today but it was our neighborhood pool opening. We take off the winter cover, stick the umbrellas into the tabletops, wash the chairs, prime the pump, brush the scum off the walls and dowse the water with shock. The water temp is not even fifty so we’re a few weeks away from cannon balls.
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