i spent the day in belmont, running errands with my father. i got a chance to climb to the roof of the cafe (looking to remove the AC filter), standard black flat commercial roof, but it'd be a great place to grow things during the summer because it's as sunny as an empty parking lot. we went to the watertown home depot where i was searching for tomato cages (no luck, i might try making my own). later we went to wilsons farm in lexington looking for mulching material.
the clerk told me the hay bundles they had wasn't good for gardens because it was full of weed seeds. what little they had of marsh grass came in small trash bags, nowhere near enough for what i needed, so we left empty-handed. the rest of the day i was in my parents' backyard, keeping the dog occupied while my father replaced a broken wheelbarrow handle. she has a fondness for eating twigs and logs, digging holes, and would occasionally go crazy and run around the backyard in wide circles. she also nips for no reason, hopefully she'll grow out of it. i had dinner in belmont (actually my first meal of the day, if you don't count the 2 slices of pound cake i had this morning) before returning to cambridge. i was kind of tired after dinner and it didn't take me very long to fall asleep on the couch.
i watched a bit of the red sox game but had no idea how historical it'd be. only after seeing a cnn.com headline did i turn to the postgame report, where jon lester threw a no-hitter against the royals. with most of the sports attention focused on the resurgent celtics' playoff run, it's rare that baseball would capture the spotlight, if just for one night. i watched the game in its entirety during the late night rebroadcast. there's a lot of superstitions when it comes to these no-hitters, and even the announcers are afraid to mention it directly for fear of jinxing the pitcher.