"Back again, back again, Franklin D. Roosevelt's back again". And so am I. You know what it's like when you get back from vacation... a mountain of mail and a lawn a Giraffe could hide in. It'll take some time to get on top of things but I had to stop by the kitchen table for a minute. How nice to see you here, Ron. I have some comments to make on your post when I get the time. Forget people needing to hear new material in a nursing home. If anything, they probably want to hear old material. Besides, their memories are such that they may not even remember what you sang a month or two ago. Mostly, music wonderfully breaks the ordinariness of their days. Singing in a nursing home isn't a performance thing. It's a caring thing.

Rhubarb donuts... sonds good to me. I have a request in for another batch of the oatmeal raisin donuts made with Splenda. I felt a little guilty on our cruise of the islands. The demand for sugar has dropped and it's hurt the economy. They should be planting Splendacane.

It's good to be home.