Been working away at prepping apples from the backyard for various purposes. It's still sort of early for them, so I've just been collecting the fallen few each morning. This will probably ramp up soon. Following peeling, coring and slicing them, I did some long overdue clean up in the garage. This involved knocking down a bunch of old mudwasp nests and removing a bunch of old asbestos-y insulation. After that I was called on to help neighbor-lady with a bunch of plants she had just bought.
We took off for the beach shortly after. Day was much hotter than forecasted very clear. Beach was busy, but we still found a spot to set down at. Waters were warm, flat and blue. Offered me more of a chance to make a fool of myself trying to practice the ol' butterfly stroke, neighbor-lass didn't have much luck locking it down either, but it still felt good trying. While I was far out in the deep waters practicing diving I got questioned about muh handflippers by some folks on a boat, felt weird having to do an impromptu advertisement for them but the guy seemed overly interested.
Got in a good swim and finished it off lugging around neighborette out of the waters. Felt much easier today without any waves beating down on me or making me sink down in the shifting sands. Felt like I could have carried her all day. Spent a while drying out and scanning along the beach with muh binocs. Sun felt hot and great to me, but it might have been cumulatively too much for her after spending a lot of time out buying plants earlier. Possibly gave her a bit of sunstroke so I escorted her back home to make sure she got some rest and cooled off. Made sure to take care of her plants and tend to various tendables so that she could relax before bidding adieu.
While it feels pretty good to look out for her like that, when I was back home and seeking guidance from muh bible about how to proceed it seemed like I was getting nothing but dire warnings from no less than king Solomon (supposedly a mythically wise figure, but also a guy who had like 700 wives so I'm not sure I would trust him too much on lady-advice). Like real specific stuff too, right down to the kind of house she lives in, how she has it set up, and what kinds of things she says to me.
What a wacky way to lead muh "life". Will move forward with caution and hopefully enough discernment to not permanently fugg over my dumb ass.
7/more than 7