Another roofer confronted this afternoon across the street (the same company from last week where a shouting match ensued). I called Pearlie and asked about the ladder leaning on the front of her house, she said her husband had told them to go look (he has dementia, does not remember he's not supposed to say yes to anyone at the front door who is soliciting). The truck and folks came back as we spoke and since Pearlie is in a wheelchair and can't easily get to the door I put her on speakerphone and we spoke to the roofing pitch woman, who agreed to put their house on their "no soliciting" list. I think we need to make a sign to go on the front door as well. (I initially called about the ladder because I was afraid John might have gone on the roof himself!)

Seedlings pulled and cut in the back yard, only one puncture wound on some wrought iron that has a spur out of sight. Good thing I got my tetanus shot a couple of months ago. (I recently read an account of the death of Brooklyn Bridge designer John Roebling from tetanus - it was slow and dreadful.) Anyway, that was hot sweaty work but is checked off of my to-do list. I sprayed some blossoms on the tomato plants to see if a few more will set fruit. Last time I sprayed it started raining heavily moments later, so no fruit from that episode. I'm about ready to make more pickled okra. This may be the extent of my canning for this year.

Today I'll make another pass through the email and unsubscribe more political sites. The redundancy is clear, I don't need the repeated Trump crime family news.