I had my pickets and all but the last board loaded in the SUV when the beefy guy whose pickup was parked next to me arrived back at his vehicle and he offered to load the bag of concrete. I was happy to let him - I do so much of this stuff myself, but I have begun to draw the line at these bags of sand, gravel, concrete - they are so dense it seems easier to hurt yourself trying to lift them than equally heavy bags of things like potting soil or dog food. I have no science behind this suspicion. I bought a bag of rapid set (the stuff in the garage is the regular 24-hour type) so when I decide where to put the next post and get the hole dug it'll be set and ready to work on within about 30 minutes. You don't dawdle when you work with this stuff.

Shopping on the way home I picked up a rotisserie chicken to use for the rest of the week. The friend here for dinner tonight will get a salad and my zucchini and pork casserole. I blanched a dozen smallish tomatoes that are overripe but still edible; they'll be the tomato part of that casserole. So far my garden ingredients in our dinner will be zucchini, onion, poblano, garlic, basil, oregano, and tomato. I bought the pork sirloin, olive oil, fresh mushrooms, and the cheese that go in it. I still have a lot of potatoes, I might think about adding one of them to the mix (they're the waxy red lasoda, it wouldn't fall apart like a Russett.)

I did enough fence and gate work today just bringing home the materials. I'll take a nap, wash a dog, shower, then vacuum before starting dinner. I'm looking forward to figuring out this gate, but I'll do it tomorrow morning when it's cooler out.