new normal, rain, dirt, peaches, corn

I put my life in the hands of my dentist Tuesday and went in and got my permanent crown that arrived just before the stay at home orders and closure of his office. When they called to make the appointment I had to answer about a dozen questions related to health and any traveling done. When I arrived for the appointment I was to stay outside and they would come to me. I was wearing a mask, the young woman who came out was wearing a mask, had to answer the questions again and then she took my temperature before letting me in. My dentist and the assistant were both wearing masks and as well as face shields and gloves while working on me. I still have one more tooth that needs a crown but since it isn't bothering me and he's two months behind on appointments, I'll wait.

Another storm came through Monday night, the third night in a row. The little dog hates rain, lightning, and thunder. She trembles and pants and goes bug-eyed and can't stay settled down. Mostly she wants to lay above my head on the pillow and pant in my face. Little sleep was had the first two nights but Monday night I mostly slept through the nearly 3/4” of rain while she couldn't decide if she wanted to sustain the freakout or not. I guess we were both sleep deprived. Or I was. I didn't even realize it was storming out there. We got almost 3” total over three nights.

Also Tuesday the guy from the place we are buying the manufactured home from came out to do his site survey checking out the lay of the land, where we want to put it, the steep sided and deep ditches, the power lines, the cedar tree that needs several lower branches trimmed off and determined that, the tree aside, there were no obstacles to getting the house in place. Now I need a pad and it turns out the guy that's going to put in the septic system also does pads so he came out yesterday and checked it out and they delivered 3 loads of dirt yesterday late afternoon but it won't get spread around and shaped til sometime next month. 

I have/had a little fig tree that is right at the end of where the house will sit and it has to be moved and I should have done it as soon as we staked out the house. Well, I just walked over there to take a picture of my fig tree and this is what I saw.

He drove right over it, dead fucking center, delivering the loads of dirt. I'm still going to dig up the root and pot it. Fig trees are pretty hardy and it might survive.

Then I talked to the CenterPoint Energy guy to make sure the transformer they will come off of can handle another 200 amp service, he says we are good to go.

The first of the Fredericksburg (Texas Hill Country) peaches are in so I dashed out to the Peach Creek Market yesterday and got some. Won't be as many this year as we didn't get enough cold hours during the winter. These are cling, small and still a little green but they'll ripen up quickly. The larger freestone peaches will come in later.

I haven't seen hide nor hair of Rocky for about three weeks. I'm beginning to think he's forgotten he has a half finished job over here. Either that or he has a big money job and a less than understanding client. Probably that. He'll get back to me and to tell the truth I have bigger fish to fry right now. Like put up the last 12 ears of corn.