Tuesday, May 8, 2018

mouse, corn, corn

*  Everything is well with the movers until he tips the refrigerator back onto the dolly. A stiff, long dead mouse falls out of the insides. I pick the mouse up with a paper towel, hoping the mover did not see last fall's visitor. He does not mention it.

* The window installer calls in sick and I work on my disappointment some of the day, finally loosing it when I see the California corn on the cob at the market.

* I cannot remember how to boil corn...how long? I missed the season last year.

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