Sandra, that is an adventure you never want to repeat! And alas, it is where any of us could find ourselves with a simple wrong step. New glasses in the mix also, unless you had spares; please don't tell us you've taped the old arm onto the frame and are wearing them! I hope your arm and concussion (!) are feeling better soon.

This highlights why I don't wear sandals much any more, the depth of the sole (more than regular flats) means I sometimes kick things I meant to step above.

Once again Charmion's post has me pulling up Google maps to take a look at that drive. You'll have to give us the new address once the transaction is complete (no sense in jinxing it by giving it early) so I can relocate the pink heart on my map from Stratford. You're made of stern stuff to take on that drive in broad daylight any day of the week. In the times I've had to drive past Los Angeles, hemmed in by the Pacific Ocean to the west and mountains to the east and a whole lotta traffic I don't want to fool with, I usually time it by getting up in the wee hours and driving through at 4am or late late on a weekend (and the last couple of trips I was pulling a camper trailer.)

Edmund's ashes are in Ottawa, aren't they? That was a beautiful cemetery, you shared photos with us at one point on Facebook. A peaceful place to visit with a musical instrument occasionally.

Yesterday my 90-year-old across the street neighbor (the one I take cooked eggplant and okra to) called to say her son had been killed in a pedestrian/auto accident the day before. He lived in an apartment a 1/2 mile from here, just north of the freeway, and didn't have a vehicle; we frequently saw him walking down here to visit his mother so the neighbors all knew him by sight and occasional conversations (our routine is to stand in the shade of the oak in their front yard and talk, waving to cars that pass by or adding other walkers to the conversation). There is usually a lot of food offered to families at times of funerals so I'll hold off on the eggplant, but keep in touch and see what she does need. Mostly just an ear and a box of Kleenex.

The kitchen is clean this morning after a weekend of cooking, the least I can do for myself after going through so many bowls and pans and canning devices. The output is small but satisfying, and today I'll pick up the green peppers I need to make the marinara that will be frozen in 1/2 pint jars. I had to set the clock on the stove again after another heavy thunderstorm flickered the power in pre-dawn hours. So much for letting the garden dry out a bit.