It seems I have enough hail and wind damage on the roof to qualify for a new roof, but I have to do some work around here before I call the insurance company adjustor. I'm told that they will examine the entire outside (hoping just outside) and then the roof, and there are a couple of spots I need to touch up; add mortar to a crevice that has formed between stones on the front, and replace a board on the lower part of the bay window looking out over the garden and driveway.

The paint job at the house your buyers have offered up sounds pretty dreadful; how is it you have to be out of your house by a set date if theirs may not have sold? Held hostage by their ugly house?

A sign will be made today for the evening event downtown. No march, just a gathering in the park. I have some folding comfortable camp chairs I used during COVID so we could set up beside the SUV and eat and talk, but they're bulky to be carrying a half-mile to the park from my preferred parking area. Yesterday I picked up some lightweight folding stools. I don't fancy sitting on a blanket in the park.

Boxes flattened and headed to the city recycle bins today and the den looks much better, but there is more work. I spent time in the garage looking for the saw that fits on the end of a long pole because I have to trim a couple of branches, but it isn't revealing itself in any of the logical places. That said, it is probably hiding in plain sight. Or maybe in the box under the potting table in the sunroom . . .

Two jars of refrigerator pickles made last night. The experiment of growing cucumbers in the unwoven cloth smart pot is revealing that they dry out too often and the cukes themselves end up with air cavities in the middle of the fruits. I don't know at this point if I can repot that whole thing, the smart pot is rather large. The rest of the cucumbers in the ground were fine.