Yesterday was all about recuperation. I left the house a couple times to help Mom do some shopping, and that was it. No excitement to speak of. One of the things we bought is this simple device put out by Sony that I’m going to use to convert a bunch of Mom’s VHS tapes to DVD. It’s a good project for me this week. I haven’t confirmed any plans beyond getting Sarah Friday night, Woodstock Fair on Saturday and King Richard’s on Sunday (now accompanied by my sister and her kids). I also still haven’t called the local Mazda dealership to schedule an oil change. I need to write myself a reminder or something.
Today, I took a ride down to Woonsocket, almost on accident. I was just looking for a place to pick up some audio/video cables and just ended up heading that way. I went to the shiny diner, which is no longer a Scramblers… it is now Patriot Diner. The menu was hilarious, I wish I had taken a picture. They obviously just took the front cover picture from the previous owner’s menu and pasted a piece of paper onto the picture of the diner that said Patriot Diner where the last name had been… it was black with light writing and completely flat in perspective, while the diner was at a slight angle. I may have to go back and get a picture, it was that good. Unfortunately, they no longer have crunchy french toast on the menu.
I got the cables I needed, eventually, but while I was setting up the devices, Mom got home and immediately started yelling for me from outside… and asked if I could bring an aquarium up. When I got there, I saw what they had seen, and understood. On top of our screened in porch, there sat an iguana. Pam, friend of the family and nurse for my grandfather and uncle, was chasing the thing down and trying to get a hold of it. I went inside to fetch a box and the phone. After I gave the phone to Pam, I got my camera out of my car. I snapped a couple of pictures and then went down to the computer to print out a basic iguana guide and consult with a couple friends about the whole situation. Mom and Pam headed down the street to the house that the raccoons had come from (apparently, she feeds them in her backyard). It turned out that the iguana had escaped about a month ago. They were very happy to see Fredo again.
woot
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