Added water to the swimming pool. Hung up 3 'vintage' (or as I call them, UGLY) light fixtures for my sister in law. Did some misc work around the house. Took Mitty with me to the back field and the garden to harvest some veggies.
Absolutely ZERO cherry tomatoes ever make it back to the house. 2 ripe ones, eaten. 20 ripe ones, eaten. I don't really care. For me, cherry tomatoes like hookers and crack is to Hunter Biden.
Mitty has a spot he found in the field that he rolls around on. I'm guessing there is deer poop there? I don't know what it is but he keeps walking to the same place and rolling around in the grass.
This evening I taught my last class at the fencing club in Lemont, IL (west suburb of Chicago) where I have been filling in as a guest coach. Apparently I do everything wrong? I work on drills for 1 hour and allow fencing for 1 hour. Tonight, my last night, I find out that this club doesn't do a lot of group drills. Or at least that is what the kids said. So tonight I cut back on the drills, only about 30 minutes, then a lot more fencing. As I left, several of the kids thanked me, said they actually liked the drills. And these are younger kids, some as young as 9 years old, I was biting my tongue a lot. Lots of things I can say at Purdue to 18 to 22 year olds that cannot be spoken to young teens and pre-teens.
As a bonus??? I didn't make anyone cry. So I guess that is a success??? At the high school I made a kid cry because he didn't realize that fencing is an athletic sport. I own that and wear it as a badge of honor. The school thinks I should never lead drills that make kids cry.