I cut the grass. About 2/3rds of the way through the cable for the self-propelled control snapped. I had to push the thing. The grass was over a foot long, and wet on the bottom. I am stiff, sore, and still have to take care of Pat.

She is going to an orthopod and the dentist on Monday whether she likes it or not.

Tomorrow nephew John arrives. He is carrying, I understand, my electric train (my first Christmas present!), my old epees (French grips), and various other things from the family Back East. Right now he's in Sidney, Nebraska -- Cabela's is there (www.cabelas.com). You'd never guess that he was a hunter and fisherman....