A few unusual things:
1. I got a recall email notice from Chewy.com a week or so ago. Turns out a bag of dry food I bought was a "possible recall" but gave a "lot #" to check on the back of the bag. There was no lot # of the back or anywhere else I could find. I called the manufacturer to ask where the lot # was supposed to be. Their system was overwhelmed, so I left a message. Along with the name/email/phone, I asked if some marketing idiot had arranged for the lot # to be printed on the top part of the bag that you have to rip off to open it.
A couple days later, I called Chewy to see if they knew where the lot # was printed. They didn't. You might think they had been asked about that previously and gotten the information, but apparently not. On the other hand, I had a wonderful conversation with the Chewy representative about our respective cats. She didn't know about cat-blogging and asked for the address, which she looked at on the spot! She read the header (so I know she looked), and said it was a wonderful idea. How a Chewy representative didn't know about cat-blogging seems odd. But she said they were sending a new whole bag, so that was nice.
The manufacturer called back 2 days later. She said the lot # can appear anywhere on the back of the bag but it is randomly placed and COULD be at the rip-off top in rare instances. She assured me that it is intended to be seen. I have my doubts that a modern processing plant would print the lot # randomly. She did say that if the seller did not replace the product (that is the usual arrangement, I gather), they would.
It's not like they would compare addresses, so I could get a 2nd free bag of food if I wanted. But I'm honest. On the other paw, I could give it to the animal shelter. I may think about that.
2. My parents had a Purple Martin (bird) multi-nest-site in the 70s. They usually got nesting Martins. When I moved here, I set up one myself (they are on poles in a cluster). Martins like to be in groups. Martins arrive from S America in March/April depending on weather. Yearlings arrive first and are called "scouts, as they find artificial nesting sites first and the older birds find THEM and set up nests. Here is a successful colony...
I got scouts several times but no mating pairs for a few years. Starlings tend to take over the nesting sites (on the right in the picture). Then a new design came out that discouraged starling. I bought a new pole nesting system. The entrance is crescent-shaped and starlings are well, "too fat".
I got scouts then too but no mating pairs. I saw some successful colonies in the neighborhood, but none liked mine. They like open fields and I had too many trees and even shrubs bother them. I gave up, but the pole and nesting "gourds" remained in place because I had better things to do than dissemble it and sell or toss it.
So 3 days ago, my Good Neighbors asked if I would sell it. Deb had this idea of sticking it in the backyard for their "swamp birds". Well, I didn't want the thing, so I told them to just take it. I mean they have been so helpful, it it wasn't of any value to me. Deb wants to paint all the gourds different colors and hope they attract nesting birds.
They refused "free" so I said $20. Yesterday John said he would come over today and get it. Hurray, junk out of the yard!
3. They both arrived and Deb showed me pictures of their new cat (to prevent me from trying to help John pull it up I suspect - she is convinced I am still too fragile).
I have a picture of the cat on my new iPhone XR but I haven't learned how to upload pictures from there yet (I bought a book to read about the XR and will study it soon). But it is a nice little female black cats with a white bib, from a shelter. I think she named it Olivia but now she pronounces it " O Love Ya".
She has had cats before, but became excited for a new one after taking care of mine when I could walk or get to the litter boxes in the basement. Not that The Mews came out often when a stranger was around, but I DID manage to hold Marley and Ayla at hallway length so she could see them.
Not that I would fall off a ladder deliberately, but if that resulted in another shelter cat being adopted, that was good "accidental" result.
4. They invited me to join in their 25 cent weekly poker game. Given their kindness, I assume it was for a fun activity. But I'm not a gambler. And I probably have no "poker face". Besides, I can never even remember whether a straight beats a flush. I probably have "tells" all over me. That's death in poker.
I played "penny-poker" in college and usually ended with more pennies than I started with, but my winnings were from "high-low"; a game seldom played now. That's where the best and worst hands split the pot. I had NO problem assembling the worst hand!
So I told them I was happy to play Hearts, Spades, Cinch, or Gin Rummy (maybe even Bridge) 25 cents per hand. They declined. I play for pleasure of winning. I am BAD when money is involved.
5. I decided to try myself at some mild gardening outside today. Parts of my garden and flowerbeds are over-run by invasive flowering vines a neighbor planted a decade ago. Their's were on open ground so they mowed them to death when they realized they were a problem. But they are in my flowerbeds and thriving. MUCH harder to remove.
I attacked them in a raised bed today to test what my arms could still do. It went well! Hours later, I feel no soreness. That is VERY encouraging. Shovel and garden fork work went well. I was able to dig out all the invasive vines (so far as I can tell). There were some sapling in the bed I cut down last year but the stumps were still there. I got most out.
Enough to dig the soil loose and set up a 6" concrete remesh supported by a couple metal poles at an angle. The point is that the metal mesh is facing the afternoon sun and the Romano pole beans will hang down for easy picking.
6. John (The Good Neighbor) is experienced in gasoline engines and I am not. I can fix a few things by logic, trial, and error, but he actual knows what he is doing. I have a brush mower that I used once and could never start again. I forget to drain off old gas in Winter and that causes problems. Well, to be honest, I expected to use each one another time that year but didn't. Gas gets "old" and accumulates some water as it sits.
After he collected the Purple Martin House assembly, he looked at the 2 machines I couldn't get running. He showed me where all the parts were and what I needed to do for each. I have a general understanding of gas engines, but it is more theory than practical. John knows practical.
He showed me the detachable tube that drains the old gas. He showed me where access is and where to spritz starter fluid into the carburator.
So I have a good idea know about what to do. John assured me he would be happy to help when I got starter fluid, but this is a case of "Mark Try First". LOL! But I won't hesitate to ask for help if I fail.
7. John has side-gigs repairing stuff. He does it on the driveway, so I see sometimes. Everything from refinishing old furniture to gas-powered equipment. So I offerred him the old riding mower. It smokes. He said that's not worth fixing (bad rings and I barely know what that is), but then he said he had an engine that might fit. So he is welcome to it. Otherwise, it goes to the landfill where some company takes working parts.
8. I have my 2nd Moderna Covid shot scheduled for Wensday. That will be a relief. Based on past history of vaccines, I will not have reactions. I'll still wear a mask and maintain social distancing though. I could be an asymptomatic carrier. I wouldn't know without a test for previous infection and I think the vaccine shots mess up the test.
That's enough "weird" for today...
