Satisfying Saturday — The Tugboat

Up at 4:45am, left the house at 5:30 when the Big T finished watching his Jays in an Hour. We went straight to the marina to spend some time enjoying a peaceful morning. Fished for an hour before the T lost interest and started gathering driftwood, piling it into a makeshift fire pit someone was using. We both lost one setup, especially painful for me since I had a beautiful six foot fluorocarbon leader that is gone. We got a bite or two but mostly enjoyed the lovely morning.

We returned home to breakfast ready on the table. It featured some of Mother’s muffin tin egg cups. She also had a selection of meats, the logic being that there wasn’t enough bacon so she added some pork tenderloin. The fruit was mostly for aesthetics but I ate some. The same way I eat parsley garnish most times. We used English muffins to sandwich them up with some sliced cheese. Nice meal.

There was an unofficially agreed upon rest after breakfast. I’m not sure if I was able to nap at all. When I came back to life it was to a flurry of activity and knocking back a number of little jobs. I hoed out the end of the garden so it looked cleaner. We moved the tomato greenhouse to enable the T to weed under it, before replacing it. The Mayor showed up to put the carpets in his boat, I helped him with the cover and chatted amicably while he worked. While this was happening the Big T fired up the rototiller and ran it over the spot I’d hoed clean and then around all the potato rows. The hilling is upcoming. We then triple rinsed some chemical jugs that had been on his list and in his way for awhile.

Lunch was next up on the itinerary. Today it was one of the soup mixes that was in the fancy gift basket that we gave Mother on Mother’s Day. This was a tasty styling of chicken soup. The Big T fried up some ham and we used little bread rolls to house them with some bold and spicy mustard. A delightful lunch if I do say so myself, and I do!

The little jobs continued after lunch, I actually lead the charge down to the farm. The first item was to water the new cement pad. After hunting down the chainsaw and its various juices I begged the T to don some PPE before he cut up an old tree that was in the way for moving snow in the winter. My job was to collect the pieces and put them in the truck, much like I did when I was a child. He tried to do another tree around front while he had help but the saw wouldn’t start again so he decided to go get water for the sprayer. He had forgot some keys he needed so had to go back to get them. I started sweeping out the garage while he did that. He returned later without the wood and with the chemical jugs. I helped him hook on the wagon and he went to get water for the sprayer and I finished the garage and then swept out the chicken shed.

Came home after cleaning up and Big T shut it down. We watched some pickleball on the big screen and then the end of Fast and Furious. As soon as that ended it was time to deal with assembling the rotisserie assembly and starting to cook a seven pound chicken. First time any of us had attempted this. We decided to baste it with a butter, salt, pepper and paprika mixture. Then the long wait began. We had some cocktails. I got a Pink Whitney in me and was feeling it after just one drink. Eventually we came back inside and let the chicken churn. Big T was working on potatoes to go with the chicken, that was a prolonged and somewhat painful process. The meal really came together though with the tasty taters, some quick stuffing, leftover jalapeño slaw, and the main event, rotisserie chicken.

The evening hours were spent much the same way as the previous night. We put on a movie, this time it was I’m Your Woman. Another hidden gem type movie. It was fairly intense and somewhat stressful to watch but overall I’d say it’s worth the watch. The movie ended around ten and so did my day. I was asleep in pretty good time desite the foreign bed. I’ve almost figured out how to sleep in it. I’ve mentioned it before but I do hate footboards as a taller person. Stupid and pointless device. I think it was nearly half ten when I left my consciousness.