So, when people stop by to chat at noon, I’m glaring at the even the nicest people. There’s landlord Kenny, who even offers me cold refreshments. There’s the variety of church groups who stop by to invite me to their rallies and services. (Every once in a while, one of those groups will offer me food or cold drinks). Then, there’s Neal who shows up around 12:30 or 1 every week and seems oblivious to the fact I’m in a hurry every week. He thinks that’s just how I am all of the time. Sigh. I’ve sent a few memos to the gardeners reminding them not to show up at noon expecting me to be their buddy and what I’m really thinking when they start chatting with me around noon. The result: everyone is avoiding the SACG on Saturday mornings. Except Neal. I've only seen Lea once since Earth Day. I saw Tom yesterday, but haven't seen Sabrina or Zephyr since the baby was born in early June. Not even Amy comes on Saturdays any more. It's almost surreal.
I also noticed that our possum had returned. He started off eating Rayna’s tomatoes a few weeks ago and this last week. Yesterday morning, Frank set a trap in Rayna’s plot. However, by then the possum has moved to my plot. You can see from the picture I took yesterday that he had eaten half of one of my tomatoes and bitten the other on Friday. But this morning (Saturday), he had returned to finish the half-eaten tomato and nibbled on a zucchini. Grrr. He managed to avoid the trap. Sigh. Frank suggested that he would change the bait to tomatoes since the possum seemed to be so fond of them.