The landscaper I hired came with his two helpers yesterday and stayed four hours, clearing out the weeds, removing three azaleas, edging, and generally making the place look good.
In the afternoon, I took a dry run to Toms River where Pat gets the long, drawn out "M.O.H.S." procedure on Monday. It's right off the parkway and will be no problem to get to. I went in, explained Pat's physical situation to a receptionist, and she was kind enough to escort me back to where we'll be incarcerated--I mean, have to wait. The place is newer, bigger, and seems nicer than the one in Northfield.
Weird happening after that: On the way home, I stopped at Tucker Tom's for produce. While I was standing in line to pay, I felt a sudden sharp pain in my left palm. I looked and saw what I think was a small stinger--but short and white--which I brushed away. Well, I couldn't see any bees, wasps, or any other varmint on the floor or elsewhere, but damn, something sure got me and that thing hurt. When I got home, I put ice on it, but it continues to bother me, although not as intensely as it did.
Treated myself to broccoli and cauliflower when I got home, topping it off with half a (white) potato and yogurt for dinner.
Again, Pat didn't go to the bay yesterday. I'm a little worried about this, as he rarely missed before. Today I doubt if he'll go, as he has an 11:40 appointment at Ft. Dix--the usual exercise in futility, but at least, it's a pleasant drive.